The Fresh Princess of Bel-Air
Trip Start May 17, 2010
27Trip End Jul 17, 2010
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Tréméoc is such a sleepy cute little quartier... but there's not much to do admittedly. Tomorrow I think I'll go exploring for a bit with the car. Nowhere serious, just down a few little roads or so; that much, I can do. I could walk, but why walk when you can make a hilarious attempt to drive a stick shift?
Anyway, yesterday was... bearable. I spent the earlier portion of my day mastering the usage of the french toaster oven where I succeeded in NOT burning my croissants. I also got a bit of reading done. I've forgotten exactly how much I love to read. I used to read all the time in high school, but I guess going into university has robbed a lot of my free time
Once Cyril and Angélique came home, they asked if I would like to go to a "parc d'amusement" as they called it. As usual, I gave them a "oui" and hopped in the car with Liam as my seat mate. A few minutes into the voyage and a wave of nausea rolled over me. My head was swimming. My stomach churned in angry protest. I felt the first crawling pains of a headache emerge and I soon felt the need to vomit.
This was my first bout with motion sickness.
I've never felt this way before... Actually, that's a lie. The last time I felt that way was on a rickety old wooden roller coaster in Myrtle Beach. It jerked and twisted in gut-wrenching directions and about 30 seconds into the ride, I seriously wanted to jump off. Well, that's pretty much exactly how I'd have to describe Cyril's driving. I said he was a maniac driver and I wasn't exaggerating
We eventually arrived to the park to my great relief and I staggered out of the car in joy. We were in a town called Landudec and it was just as beautiful as every other town in Bretagne. I sized up this "amusement park" before we even got to the gate. Where were the roller coasters? The water rides? The normal rides? The attractions? They were all non-existant. I peered up at the entrance sign: Bel-Air Parc d'Attraction. A smiling green frog dressed in royal robes and regalia complete with crown stared back at me. I had a feeling this would not be nearly as fun as I had anticipated. And with the sun beaming down that day, it was far far too hot. We entered the park at 6,50 euros a pop and I saw that the "parc d'amusement" was literally a park for amusement, and not an amusement park. There were no "rides" per se, but there were outdoor type kiddie things to play on or with. There was also a pool with a slide, but it was reserved for the older children. There were trampolines, swings, moon bounces, bouncy things, a ball pit and other related things
As to not bore you, I'll skip the equally sickening ride home.
Upon returning home, I plopped down in my bed to cool off and let my head stop spinning. But that was short-lived. Cyril yelled from down the hallway asking if I wanted to go driving. I gave him a tired "oui" but nonetheless hopped out of bed and got into the tinier of the two cars. I tried to remember everything I had learned from two days prior but I ended up stalling upon starting. I didn't let that deter me, after another go, I was off. At this point, I can transition smoothly from gear to gear, but I still don't dare drive in 5th. Driving fast in a stick shift scares me to death
After driving, the rest of the evening passed quickly. "Dinner" was so-so, and after I worked on English with Cyril and Angélique. They really aren't too bad either, but pronunciation will be quite the challenge for them.
Ok I think that's about enough writing for the moment. Looking at the screen is making me tired and my day has pretty much just begun.
I hope everyone is doing well!