J'ai la pêche

As you might be able to Google translate from the title, life is peachy right now. I've settled in, managed to NOT embarrass myself ( too much ) in French and met a sexy French man, ran away to the South of France, married and am now living the French dream.....

I can dream right?

Drunken family love

So last week my parents came to visit me! Never have I been happier because that meant I didn't have to spend any money! ( thanks again guys xo ). Also, small world, they met up with other assistants who knew me ( famous ), then I met the roomates of those assistants on Friday. A little late for the Halloween spookiness no? The only thing I realised though, is that NOTHING IS OPEN ON SUNDAYS.

I think they take pity on people in Landrecies, as we are small town dwellers, so they open a few things, namely bars and the supermarket for half the day- one thing Landrecies does right. But in Valenciennes, nothing. Nada. Except for one bar- which, of course, we spent the entire day in. Like parents like daughter I suppose!

PRAISE WAFFINES

Also this week, highlights include

•  getting locked in a stairwell with 20 pupils and having them all ask me questions in French and expecting me to fix the situation. I am an assistant, not a welder...or whatever could fix it. 
• Lauren and myself missing the train, wandering about a village for 2 hours trying to find the Mcdonalds, only to find it had not been built yet
• Tasting the true glory and magnificence that is a Waffine. I URGE you to come to me, so I can show you the 8th Wonder of the World.
• The lovely Lauren coming to Landrecies, belting out songs from Annie, and definitely being heard by my neighbours....oops

This weeks awkward moment : 

Whilst waiting in Le Quesnoy ( perhaps a more desolate town than Landrecies), for the train we missed, see point two above, we played I Spy-as two 20 year olds do. While doing so, we got a bit giddy and started talking about the lonely man sitting there too, making up long forgotten tales of his past lovers, lives, etc. 20 mins later, we hear him having a conversation, in English.

Merde.

When he left he shot us the dirtiest look ever.

So arty, so cultured.

Note to self- always assume people speak English.


Until next week

Bisous xo