I decided to share my letters to my Family… hope you enjoy!
Dear Family (Formal yet effective)
The first week was a great experiences filled with loads of
experiences and adventures. It started off with what I thought was a
very late start to my school because the tram workers were on strike.
It seems that what the french hold dear to them are (in no particular
order) wine, cheese, bicycles, coffee and protests. I have decided
that when I get back, I am selling my car and buying a coffee machine
– there is nothing like it. Its quite amusing how instant coffee is
referred to my host family as “Merde avec de l’eau” Shit with water.
Anyways the tram was not working and it was raining so could not ride
and eventually ended up walking. I arrived to find that class had not
started yet so that was a relief. The class is made up of many
different nationalities which makes it interesting… some fun people
from Columbia, a lot of Swiss, Americans and a turd of a New
Anyways, I am making progress but have a lot of Language blocks which
is apparently normal. You could be half way through a sentence and you just cant think any more in that Language. Anyways the old case of broken telephone was apparent when I was asked by a lecturer why I had gotten up at such an ungodly hour… ungodly hour to the french is anything before 8. I told her (in my best french) that I was doing
homework that a lecturer had set me and I needed to finish it.
Apparently what I said was that I had woken up in the morning with the lecturer to do “homework” with her! I found that extremely amusing… and she is rather attractive so I cant complain.
Been exploring the town quite a lot. I am not really a fan however…
Its one of the most beautiful towns I have ever come across but I miss the pace of Paris, and the worship of bicycles in the town is a bit creepy. But all will be revealed once I have established interviews etc. And according to my very arrogant french friend “Paris is the most beautiful city in the word” I am making contacts in Paris so hopefully something comes of it.
Went out on Friday with a bunch of Spanish, Colombian and some rather
dodgy looking mexicans who honest looked like they had skipped the
border and were hiding out in France (Yes I know France is no where
near Mexico but still). Was good fun and great to see the student life at night.
Saturday night was another great adventure. Went to my first ever
football match which was absolutely amazing. The stadium was packed
with what must have been 30 000 people. Bordeaux was playing a home
game against Sochaux (no Idea where that is). Anyways when me and my
rather nerdy looking Swiss friend (who is saying with the same family) got to the game, the tickets were sold out. Clever me went around the corner and found another entrance that were still selling tickets. Very pleased with myself, we enter the stadium ready for the game. The whole stadium is divided by fences (to stop riots)and the field is separated from the stadium by a trench (I imagined them filling it with water and crocodiles). Anyways where we were sitting was the sochaux supporters box which was tiny compared to the rest of the stadium. There was this old Honky tonk who was proudly showing me his Sochaux supporters tattoos… There were literally 300 of us against 30 000. Quite amazing, but I loved the singing and the crazy
supporters. It is HUGE here and the atmosphere was incredible. Anyways end of the game arrived… sochaux lost 2-0 and we were met with riot police equipped for war. They were wearing helmets and banging the shields with batons… was quite amazing. Some Bordeaux supporters charged the fence and lit flares but were beaten with batons… was great fun. The rest of the night was filled with celebrations and some good times.
Today I went to this French expo thingy which was a bit of a snore but
at least I got to saw the rest of the town.
Love to all,