It’s been a while!

Okay, so I’ve written, deleted and rewritten the opening to this blog entry about four times now because so much has happened (my own fault for being such a slacker and not getting round to updating this!) but I just can’t decide on my favourite bit to kick it off with! So, I’ll break it down into chronological order and try not to be so lazy and take quite so long in getting around to blogging next time!

On the 15th of November, just after the half term and my twenty first, the girls and I headed to Paris for the weekend. We acted like absolute tourists taking selfies with the Eiffel Tower and wandering hopelessly about with a map so big that I presume was designed only for some sort of super-human-octopus-man. We filled Saturday with sight-seeing and shockingly some shopping (ironically mainly in an array of shops that we have not only in the UK but also in Rennes) but hey, put five girls in Paris and what do you expect?!


Jen, Sophie, myself, Liza and Bekah taking one of many selfies.

We experienced the delightful Paris metro… in fact, I think the first time we were greeted by the lovely sight of an old drunk man, who smelt like alcohol or piss (or possibly a combination of the two) sleeping across four seats with one bare foot and a plastic bag as some form of make-shift shoe on the other foot. After that we, shockingly, decided to walk for a bit. We wandered across the river and could see the Eiffel Tower glazed in mist as we worked our way down an old-fashioned French market of mainly bric-a-brac. One stall had some boxes of old postcards, and when I say old postcards I mean they literally had the stamp, a message, everything! They were selling used postcards! It was kind of cool to read some of them but I’m not sure why anyone would buy that…


Jen, Sophie, Bekah, myself and Liza enjoying the Notre Dame

To escape the cold we went into a little café on a corner and all had hot chocolate before meandering our way down the Champs-Élysées (inevitably encountering more shops) towards the Arc de Triomphe. After being nearly run over various times – I think the rules of road are different/nonexistant here, they seem to go something along the lines of “stop if you feel like it or scare the living daylight out of those waiting to cross, or just run them over, you know, whatever” – we headed towards Eiffel Tower. That night we went for a lovely meal and the waiter noticed how cold we were after our day of avoiding the drunk hobo filled metro so brought us over some blankets!


Looking cosy… and oh so stylish…

The weekend was incredible, we were almost sad to leave on the Sunday, until we remembered the plan for the next Saturday was Disneyland Paris! So waking up at 3:30 in the morning is completely unnatural but we all managed to make an exception. Most people slept on the bus, however that did not include the Spanish people sitting in front of us who enjoyed chatting away for hours at 5/6am. Not that it irritated me or made me want to kill anyone. Not at all. After a brief service station stop (I had no idea what time it was at this point) and a bit more driving we were all woken up to the sound of Lion King being played ridiculously loudly. I mean, I have nothing against The Lion King, it’s a great film… the French version however is not the circle of life, it translated literally as “the story of life”. I think we must have been cranky because this seemed to aggravate us greatly. After tickets were distributed we all rushed into the park just as the parade was starting. It was unbelievable! And then we had to choose where to go first, now that was tough! We made our way round as many rides as we could; I think my favourites were Space Mountain (obviously) and the Indiana Jones one.


Sophie, Fanny, myself and Liza at Disneyland (with my house there in the background…)

I’m now back in Rennes for my final semester; it’s crazy how time flies. This morning I started at 8:15. It’s unfathomable. Who decided to start lectures that early? What were they thinking?! It was actually still dark when I got to the lecture. Actually that’s another thing… when I first got here and was on British time and looking the wrong way when trying to cross the roads (which I still do, just cannot get used to that!) everyone said to me “Oh, you Brits do everything the wrong way round. It makes no sense to be an hour before, it gets dark so early blah blah blah” and I have to say, I started to agree about the time. It getting dark at 4/5pm in the winter really is ridiculous. But now, I agree with Greenwich completely! Yes, it getting dark early is annoying, but, here when I have to go to an 8:15 lecture I end up seeing the sun rise. No. Just no.


The view at 8:15 this morning… unnatural I tell you!


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