Things that make me say "Zut Alors!" while in France

All the places and food and new words and people and wine and cheese and castles and bread and strikes and trains and museums and gypsies and soirees and faux pas

Friday, November 26, 2010

Gobble gobble, gobble!

Things I'm thankful for:
1. Two parents and a sister who completely accept me as I am, quirks and all.
2. The opportunity to spend a semester in FRANCE.
3. A french family and french siblings who are so much fun to interact with.
4. My new friends who are completely in sync with me.
5. Family who loves me enough to send a microwavable Thanksgiving meal all the way to Nantes!

I just spent my first Thanksgiving in France, and even though I missed out on stuffing my face with all of my family, I am surprisingly content with the celebration here. I did not remember how important Thanksgiving really was until tonight when I missed it. While I enjoyed my evening here, I also realized that it was just a fun evening and not actually Thanksgiving. The real Thanksgiving is more than just food and family; it is the feeling of being home, the feeling of eating two plates stacked high with turkey and then eating another serving of every side to make sure I am completely full, the feeling of sitting on the couch with my family watching the football game.

 

There was a celebration tonight where all the IES students and their host families ate a special dinner and enjoyed conversations together. The meal consisted of a very salty salmon salad, turkey, baby potato spheres, chestnuts, and about 20 individual cranberries. As a meal, it was very tasty and the portions were more generous than French meals in general, but it still was not thanksgiving. For dessert we ate a cube of chocolate layered cake and a slice of pumpkin pie which tasted good enough but had an almost neon orange color. I really missed mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, green beans, stuffing, and frozen fruit salad. I also miss the feeling of being a few slices of pie too full and having thanksgiving food for every meal for days after the big feast. However, even if I had been served a heaping plate of stuffing and turkey, I do not think it would have completely felt like Thanksgiving. Minus the lack of real thanksgiving food, I was really happy to be spending Thanksgiving with all my new friends and my host dad (This gathering with both students and host families was a very good idea. Our host parents now know that we actually have personalities and a sense of humor! It is hard to show your real personality with such a limited vocabulary and even harder to understand subtle humor in another language, so tonight they saw our interactions with each other where a personality actually exists). It is nice to be in France and feel completely comfortable with everyone, that we all have this common desire to reproduce Thanksgiving in our new home.

The best part of the night was the talent show. The entertainment started off with a traditional hula dance (bare foot and in the middle of the restaurant) by three girls from Hawaii. It was rediculously perfect for our thanksgiving in France. After a few solo musical performances, a group of six students with two guitars and a mandolin started playing Wagon Wheel and I almost melted. I could hardly help myself from turning the performance into a sing-along. It felt so much like home and I could only imagine playing it and singing with my sister in our little music knook upsairs. It was the perfect song to evoke those familiar home-and-family feelings that I needed. They also played a popular french song which literally did become a sing-along with everyone in the restaurant.

So it was not a traditional Thanksgiving in Nantes, but I at least got to wear my fancy suit! The best news is that France completely celebrates Christmas, and Nantes is already almost completely decorated with lights in all the streets. Also, it is going to snow next week! I am going to make snow angels in FRANCE!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Rome Sweet Rome

Last weekend I packed my backpack to the brim and headed out to discover Rome. I left Nantes on a train with 4 friends from IES, and we arrived in Paris on the windiest, most grey and gloomy day imaginable. We imidiately hid behind our umbrellas which we held in front of us, rather than above our heads, because there was such a strong wind. My umbrella now has some broken  limbs and will not stay open on its own, and trashcans around the streets of Paris were filled with abandoned umbrellas. We spent one night in Paris before we left for Rome and, despite the weather, we were able to see some great sites. We walked by le Tour Eiffel which stood tall against the thick grey sky and we avoided dozens of people selling touristy trinkets. We got out of the bad weather and went to le Musee de l'Orangerie (You can get in to any museums and monuments in France for free if you present your French visa) which housed pieces by Henri Matisse and Pablo Picasso. There was also a giant exhibit displaying Monet's Waterlily Pond collection which was amazing. Each piece was over 20 feet long and the mix of colors was so intriging that you could not help but gaze at each one wondering how individual brush strokes could create something so massive. I am finding that I can appreciate art more after being in an Art History class here (We have to keep reminding each other that we are standing in front of an actual piece, not just a photo of a famous picture or just the Eiffel Tower in Vegas, but the real live thing!) We also stopped by Notre Dame de Paris and Sainte-Chappelle which was almost completely surrounded by stained glass windows that stretched high into the arched ceiling. Of course we had crepes for lunch and a mid-day banana/nutella crepe snack. I also went out with my friend Laura to meet one of her french friends for a thai dinner (This is only important because it is still exciting for me to make it through an entire meal speaking mostly French with actual French people). The next morning, we conquered the public transportation of Paris and took a plane to Rome.

 











There are so many rediculously old sites and paintings in Rome that I do not even know where to begin. The Colosseum was exciting and horrible at the same time. We took a guided tour (which I highly recommend for the Colosseum and Roman Forum) and learned so many details and stories about its incredible history. The Colosseum was used for battles between gladiators and animals and slaves and women, but in reality it was  just an arena for massacres. The stage had 28 trap doors where hundreds of animals would be lifted up (after days without food) and quickly slaughtered by the armed men above. There is only one door out, used by the dead, who were scortched by a hot iron and stabbed to make sure they were completely dead before they were dragged out. Over 700,000 men were killed in the Colosseum and often times the scent of death was so overpowering inside that the temporary roof had to be removed to allow some circulation. It was crazy to stand where thousands of people watched bloody massacres each night, enjoying the idea of a grand performance while the men in the arena were actually being slashed with swords and eaten by lions. It was also crazy to think about how after all the gladiator battles, the Colosseum still experienced hundreds of years of other events.






One of the most interesting parts about Rome is that it is a "Recycled City," in the words of our tour guide. It makes sense when you think about how old most of the buildings are, and it explains why most of the famous sites look especially ancient. Most of the buildings were once covered with thick slabs of marble that decorated the walls and columns giving them a sleek, Roman look.  But as new buildings were erected and new rulers came into power, the marble was taken from older buildings (like the Colosseum) because it was cheaper. I learned how the marble was attached to columns, almost just hanging over the stone base, and most of the buildings now only show the stripped skeleton of what used to be smooth marble. You can see which buildings were protected by the church or the emperor because they are still decorated with swirling marble and all the walls are still intact. I can only imagine how awesome ancient Rome looked before it was recycled into less ancient but still old Rome.


 

Our tour took us up to Palatine Hill where Romulus built Rome after he killed his brother Remus. It is spotted with high umbrella trees which were imported to provide shade for the emporer during his long parades. There is a mini battle field built by Constantine I that was used as the first "personal big screen" where he watched performances and gladiator battles in his back yard. Palatine Hill offers a view over all of the Roman Forum, which is actually only the 30% that has been excavated from ancient times. Present day Rome is built over layers of ancient Roman years, so there are hundreds of years of building and statues still buried under what we consider ruins. There is a church in the Forum that was built inside the ruins of ancient pillars and other buildings that were previously half-buried but now stand fully visible. It is a giant excavation site. Today only one Pagen building remains in Rome, and it is now topped with a cross.

 

Other sites I visited were:
1.The Pantheon (at one point it had the largest solid ceiling in the world, and the floors are beautiful and marble). 2. The Spanish Steps (which are neat, but just steps where hundreds of people sit and talk. They were also paid for by the French and "the spanish steps" is just a nickname). 3. Plaza Navona (filled with fountains and painters and cafes, and a good place for a gellato break). 4. The Trevi Fountain (We threw coins in and made a wish like thousands of other tourists do each day. Italy makes a fortune from the tossed coins, and they are picked up and donated to charity groups fairly often). 5. Churches (We were told to go into any church we could find in Rome because they are all covered in beautiful paintings. Most churches were painted from floor to ceiling without one blank wall in sight. The domes were deep and my neck began to hurt from gazing up so much wondering how they could be so perfect. We went to one church that did not have domes, but was painted so brilliantly to look like it did that it was almost better than a real dome. We listened to a choir in one church and their voices echoed and suspended like we were listening to angels at the gates of heaven).
 

While we were in Rome, we stepped out of the country for a few hours into Vatican City. We went to the Vatican museum and entered into room after room teeming with stone statues and ceilings covered with dozens of paintings. The Vatican, as well as most of Rome, is a complete sensory overload. There are so many hundreds of paintings and statues and monuments and tapestries and domes that it is impossible to appreciate every single one. We would walk down long corridors where the ceiling was painted with hundreds of different individual pictures but I was only able to soak them in as a whole, as one massive canvas hosting dozens of artists who all blend together. I think it is interesting which paintings and statues are seen as famous. Michelangelo's David statue is really well known, but I saw hundreds of statues of sculpted young men that were no less impressive yet less appreciated. Similarly, there are hundreds of paintings that are underrated and overlooked when they rest close to a famous piece. The Sistine Chapel is completely not overrated, however. All the images tell a story and if you look up and spin, it's like a biblical picture book. Taking pictures is interdit (not allowed), but of course I sneakily snapped a shot as evidence that I stood under Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. We stayed in the Sistine Chapel long enough to "awe" at each separate painting, and then we passed through it three more times just for fun. We also passed through Raphael's rooms which, like most of Rome and the Vatican, was unreal, and I again had to remind myself that he actually stood in the same room and painted everything on the walls.
 

We made some good friends from the Netherlands in our hostel (I have said it before, but it is so cool how you can find people you completely mesh with all over the world) which had a really hip and young vibe. For my trips so far, the hostels have only made each city even more enjoyable. Of course we ate pizza and pasta and gellato for every meal during our stay in Rome. I would not say that it was especially better than italian food anywhere else, but of course the Italian accents make the atmosphere more genuine. I had always assumed that the stereotypical Italian accent was completely exaggerated, but it is pretty much right on target. We stayed in Rome just long enough so that we had a few busy days packed with sight-seeing but also a few relaxed days to take our time and just wander. It was a great treat to have a mediterranean weekend!

Ciao!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Post-Honeymoon

The first week of November just passed which means I have been in France for over two months now. I cannot decide if it has felt like a long time or not, but it has been two months that have offered me more adventures and insight and lessons and people than I ever imagined. Needless to say, I absolutely love living in Nantes and I am excited for the two more months to come.

Before I left for France, I was in the stage before the wedding where I was really excited, anticipating all the fun I was going to have and dreaming up how perfect everything would be. Then I arrived in France, the wedding day, which overloaded me with new people and challenges, and each day I discovered something new that I loved about the city and its people. Most of September and October acted as the honeymoon phase and was amazing. It felt like one long, incredible vacation with new friends and new sights to explore down every street. I spent each day focusing on absorbing as much French life as I could because everything was dripping with novelty. November marked the end of my French honeymoon and the beginning of real life. I have actually started studying for tests and researching for papers (My motivation to stay inside and do work is struggling greatly with all the opportunities to go out or just snuggle in my warm bed).  My work for school is starting to pile up, and since we only receive a few grades (notes) for each class, I actually need to put effort into my assignments. Within the last few weeks, I have successfully taken my midterms and I am pretty proud of myself because they were all in french (I am used to taking grammar tests written in french, but expressing pages worth of my ideas in french on a topic like sociology or art history is new to me!).


I went to take my Geography midterm at l'Universite last Friday but the doors to many buildings on campus were baracaded by thick walls of trashcans and chairs and wooden crates. Once I actually made it to my class through another entrance, only half the class was there and the test was rescheduled for another day. The professor was angry because our classroom was still accessable so the absent students had no reason to miss class, but he still changed the test date and let us leave class early. The entire university campus is decorated with new graffiti which proudly announces ideas like "It's not necessary to change the retraite, it's necessary to change our system of capitalism!" Apparently there was a vote last week where 250 radical students out of the 6000 total decided that the university would be on strike all week. It is completely different than what you would ever see at a university in the States. All students attend the university for free, but as a result, many seem to respect it much less and have less motivation to attend classes (in the States, each class you miss is like throwing away a handful of cash that you already paid to the university). The encircled A symbol of anarchy, which is tagged and stickered across campus, is completely accurate for the ways things function at l'Universite. Just like les Francais in general, the students appear to do what they want as if there was no higher authority. It is becoming an ever-increasing theme for la vie en France.

The downside to my growing plate of homework is that I have less time to profiter de (take advantage of) different events throughout the week. I have been working out less, going to SUAPS (the university sports program) less often, and feel less obligated to attend different social events because I could potentially be studying. However, when it comes down to it, I am still continuing to put my french "experience" ahead of my studies (After I leave Nantes, I know I will remember my studies much less than all the other exciting opportunites that I profiter from). I will gladly take a break from studying to play a game with my host family, and I can sacrifice study and sleep time to go out with my brother and his friends for a genuine French night.

I went out this weekend to a place called La Maison (the house) which had different rooms you could sit in while having drinks (the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom). While we were there, we heard english (which is always a pleasant surprise) and discovered that a large group of ERASMUS students (an exchange program for European students) were sitting close by. We talked to people from Scotland and England and Ireland (the Irish accent is still very charming and still my favorite) who were all very friendly. Later in the night we ran across some of my host brother's friends who joined us as we walked around a lively quartier in le centre-ville area called Bouffay. And finally on our way home, we ran across some french girls who were excited to talk with us about different perceptions of France versus the States. Overall, it was a night filled with fun interactions with new people. I think these little interactions are exciting even if they are with people who I might never see again. After being in France for two months, I have learned that the world is pretty small, but there are so many people out there to connect with who are really compatible with me. That makes me even more motivated to continue exploring and seeing new faces!


So yes, the honeymoon is over, but the adventures keep flying my way. My love for France is as stong as ever, and we have many more exciting bonding times planned for the next two months.

Monday, November 1, 2010

L'halloween

Tonight is halloween and instead of walking around door to door with my bag of candy, I am eating eyeball-shaped chocolates alone in my room. Halloween is not very popular in France because, according to my host family, it is usually a celebration against the Catholic holiday of Tous Saints (all saints). The cemetery was flooded with flowers today, but not many people were out in their ghost and witch costumes. My friends and I were excited to buy candy and carve pumpkins today but all the stores were closed and our halloween dreams were crushed. Instead, I wore my new skull underwear and the tattoo sleeve that my sister sent me (which was surprisingly realistic), and I listened to spooky songs and clips of women screaming for their lives. While at my friend's house this evening, one group of boys rang the doorbell and asked us "bonbons?" but we had no candy to offer them. They told us that they were having no luck in their candy search (even the Americans did not have candy on this American holiday), but they were not wearing costumes, so that made me feel less guilty for not giving them treats.

 


Nantes is finally wearing its Fall colors. All the trees around town are shedding their green leaves for oranges and golds and reds. Even the wet, fallen leaves decorate the sidewalks with spots of color. I am very content watching France switch over to its new color palette.