Weekend Tales

Thank god there’s no class at all on Fridays. Three day weekends are lovely, although the fact that I’m all alone in my room makes me miss my roommate even more. In the morning, my contact took me to the bank so that I could get my French bank card. Then, she helped me with getting a stamp, an envelope, and my student card, which I can put money on for meals. After lunch, I went off in search of a post office so that I could mail four postcards.

The people at the post office were really nice—a lady working there spoke a little English to me (probably because she could tell that I was incredibly confused) when telling me how to work the stamp machine, which prints off these weird sticker-stamps for you. I stopped at the supermarket on the way back to my dorm, hopefully for the last time in a while since the university restaurant finally opens on Monday. (I also had the deep misfortune of accidentally picking up a rotten bottle of milk or something, which I immediately put back down, except my hands smelled of rotten milk all the way back to the dorm. Ew. Ew. Ew.)

After vigorously washing my hands with soap, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, so like the nerd I am, I proceeded to study. (Fine, maybe some reading and Internet browsing was involved. I promise I didn’t spend the rest of the day studying. I’m not that much of a nerd.) I don’t know whether this is just first-week luck, but the only homework I got were three brief worksheets and a ten-question writing exercise. I know that, if I were back at R-MC, I’d be swamped with homework. (America, you should seriously reconsider your education system.) Still, it’s so weird, having all this free time during the academic year.


Saturday didn’t have the best beginning—I had a near panic attack because my laptop refused to start, and that was probably one of the longest half-hours of my life. But I can happily report that my precious laptop seems to be working normally again, so I made plans on Facebook to go into the city with my Czech friend at 12pm. We took the bus to Place Massena, and fortunately she told me what to do, otherwise I’d have never made it past the driver. A single trip costs 1.50 euros, so a round trip is 3 euros—I can’t wait until I get my student bus pass. Busses here are much tinier than the buses that I usually took in Hong Kong, a lot more expensive, and a much bumpier ride.

For two hours or so, she and I wandered the city, and I learned that she watches Game of Thrones too, which is pretty awesome. She even has the same favorite characters—Arya, Sansa, and Khaleesi. After stumbling upon the port/harbor, we stopped at Jazz Café to rest for a bit, and I had a tiny scoop of coconut ice cream for an astonishingly high price of 2.90 euros, 0r 3.76 USD. At 3, we met up with one of her friends, a girl from Poland who lives in a different dorm, and then we sat on the beach and talked. Let me tell you, pebbled beaches are painful. My butt and legs still want to revolt at the memory of sitting cross-legged on a bunch of pebbles.

After perhaps an hour or so on the beach, the three of us decided that we were hungry, and we sat down at a sort of restaurant/café. I split a Reine pizza with the Czech girl, which was a pizza with ham and mushrooms. The pizza here is different—it’s a lot lighter, AKA less greasy, with a thin, crispy crust. Around 6, the Czech girl and I parted ways with the Polish girl, and we got back to the dorm around 6:30. Later, I Skyped with my family for a couple of hours, and that was pretty much the extent of excitement, because I refuse to leave my dorm and venture into the dark unknown at night.

Sunday was essentially unadventurous. I tried to go out and explore, but there was just too much sun and it ate all my energy. It didn’t take long for me to trudge right back to my room and plop down in front of the fan that the girl in Nice before me kindly left behind to save my life. Once I get my year-long student bus pass, you can bet that I’ll be doing a lot more adventuring, since I won’t have to walk everywhere.


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