For JP and other daily-onlookers.

A little bit of my life, is now yours.
 (warning, i ain't holdin' back)
Today, my alarm went off at 8:05 (08h05) while I was in the middle of dreaming about a friend from DA and walking through Hope Valley.  I didn't have to leave the house until 9:30 (09h30) today because I don't start school until 11..but my host sister starts at 10. I got out of bed, turned off my fan, opened the thing for the window cover, turned on the heat, and took my computer to set it in the bathroom, like I do every morning. I checked my emails and facebook and did my daily morning pee. I have the best internet in the bathroom, who knows why. Went back into my room with my computer and turned on Kanye West's new CD My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, which by the way is a lot better than Kid Cudi's new crap. Changed into my tank top, white tee, gray sweater thing, think-ass leggings, jeans, and my SUPER warm sweat proof socks I got when I went to the Amazon. Let me tell you, it is 23 degrees here, real cold. Walked over to my mirror and put on my makeup.  Which by the way has gotten boring and plain. Mascara, powder, eye liner and chapstick, everyday. Yeah, cool, boring. I have perfume, Nina Richi something its a little redish apple that I wear everyday, but I'm almost out, awesome, I remember thinking. I pinned my hair up and around 8:45 (08h45) went downstairs to eat breakfast. Every Monday I eat the same thing because I have time, I can take my time- Coco Puffs and coffee. Every other day I eat two pieces of toast with butter and coffee. Monday mornings I miss the usually cartoon I like to watch. So I watch music videos, which are American, instead. I like Monday mornings, I'm by myself listening to music, eating breakfast and just chilling. I made my coffee differently today. I couldn't find the same color thing I put in the coffee maker. It was darker today, but just gave me an excuse to add another sugar- making it 4 sugar hearts now. Poured in the milk and put it in the microwave for :42 seconds. While reheating, I placed my bowl on the table with my oh-so-lovely French Coco Puffs and milk. Once finished, I got a spoon, stirred my coffee and took the spoon with the coffee to the table. Poured in the Coco puffs and milk and turned on the TV. Did my flipping, just making sure that my favorite Cartoon wasn't on, and ended up at the Music Video Station. I finished eating around 9:10 (09h10) and went upstairs. Brushed my teeth, and decided I would open the new perfume I bought in the beginning of November. Still Nini Richi but something different. Opened it and sprayed it on, put on my purple earrings, uggs and scarf. Grabbed my coat, bag and Thomas' lab coat and headed downstairs. Downstairs I grabbed a clementine for "guter" which is a snack and waited for Eva to be ready to go. While sitting there listening to the music videos still the new Nicki Minaj song with the Video Killed the Radio Star beat came on. I'd heard it before and wanted to know what it is because VKTRS ALWAYS will remind me of my dad. I saw Ninki Minaj and ran upstairs and downloaded her new CD. We left the house around 9:30 (09h30) for school. Unfortunately to have that new song, I needed to buy the CD, done. BUT it was taking too long to download so I left it downloading at home. I listened to my iPod on the way to school, some Chiddy Bang and Bright Eyes to be exact and by then we were almost at school. Got to school around 10 and I went to the Vie de Scolare (attendance office) because I wasn't there Friday because I was sick. I took them my note and continued on to the Lycee (high school). Went to the lockers with Eva, bisous-ed everyone (cheek kisses) and by then the bell had rang. I still didn't start for an hour so I went to study hall. Today I had a math test so I redid my two recent math tests and rewrote my notes, I think I had it down. So study hall is a big room, one teacher/ administrator lady, I'm not really sure what she is, and a bunch of desks. I went where I always go, to the right behind the column and there was only one other class in there. Since I was alone, she asked my what class I was in and why I wasn't with my class. I kindly explained I'm American and I chose not to take Physics. "oooook" was the response. She was new- obviously hadn't gotten the memo I was not French yet. As I said, spent the period study Math, mowwww, and stressing about the test. 11:05 (11h05) rolled around and I had French. Walked outside waited for a minute, and went into my classroom saying Bonjour to my Physics teacher-well my not so Physics teacher, Physics teacher. French is always a good class. My teacher is very dramatic and makes the class, well, interesting. I understand her class and I enjoy listening to it. Today she acted out a little except from theater and turned tomato-red while exclaiming some non-sense in French. Then she went on to talk about love triangles, and give facts about infidelity in the world. Later she talked about how if you know verbs of a language, you can get somewhere, but you need the verbs. She said (translated) "Imagine you were in another country and didn't know any verbs, you would get no where." Made me laugh, because hey, that was me a couple weeks ago! French ended at 12 (midi) and I got to go to lunch early with Eva and Lenaelle. We walked to the Canteen (not saying cafeteria because there's something else called the cafeteria which is different) and stood in line for about 5 minutes. Lunch today was pasta and mystery meat. Just pasta please. I ate pasta, bread, juice and some chocolate thing. Today I had lunch for about 2 hours, it was nice. We talked about me going away and how I don't want a party because I'll cry. After lunch was my math class. Math....math.....test.....at 1:45 (13h45) the math teacher walked up the stairs and opened the classroom. Everyone entered took off their jackets and scarves, got silent, and sat after the teach said " bonjour a tous, asseyez vous"(hello everyone, take a seat). This is something that is done in every class, everyday. After asking if there were any questions the teacher handed out the test. Front and back, 7 questions maybe, but hard. The first two I had no clue. Never seen that type of question before, no clue. The rest, pretty sure I nailed them, or at least I hope so. She collected papers around 2:30 (14h30) and told us to get out or notes and we started a new chapter. Class ended at 2:40 (14h40) and after I had another French class with the Theatre teacher. I have this class every Monday, same time, and I have yet to understand a class. I never really can tell what he's talking about. He talks really fast, mumbles, or is really loud. Every now and then I'll catch a phrase or two, but never completely understand his lesson. It's a french extra class you are placed in. Each subject has a "aide" class and teachers put you in it if it's your low point. I of course was put in French. Class ended around 3:30 (15h30) and it was break- for 20 minutes. Martina and I went to the lockers (which are luckily inside) and stood by the heaters with Emmanuelle talking about our weekends. The bell rang at 3:55 (15h55) and I had English. My English class is rather boring. Today we disected the lyrics from Hoobastank's song The Reason. There's not much I can do French wise like that besides translate the lyrics, which I already did. So, I sat and listened. At 4:50 (16h50) the bell rang and I was finished for the day. I met Martina in the middle of the walkway and we walked to her house like every Monday for hot chocolate. We got to her house and there was a strange man outside wandering around and told us he was there to pick up leaves-ooooookie, locking the door behind us. We made hot chocolate, ate cereal, and took pictures with her family of animal mugs. I'm going to miss her a lot. Talking in Franglais without question understanding. It's nice. Around 5:35 (17h35) Martina and I walked back to school where I met my host mom. Martina, my host mom, and I talked for a minute or two then Eva came and we were on our way home. The ride home is the same every day generally, how was your day, your test, and your lunch. We got home and I got in the shower, then it was time for dinner. It was some German quiesh (??) with onions, cheese, creme, and bacon- so good, and corn. Oh yeah, not going to forget the cheese. Cream cheese and bread I eat every day after dinner, yum. Well, since then, I've been sitting here writing this blog. It's getting a little late I should probably go to bed soon...bonne nuit xoxo

Les Photos 2

Baby cows, Martina, and I.

HAHA look so angry! Versailles

I'm not sure..a meal.

Arc!!

Lenaelle and Eva during French in the library!

canteen! (cafeteria)

Luxembourg Gardens in Paris!

The town I was in during vacation.

Versailles!

Not much.

I'm starting to feel more English than American. Why you may ask? It's freezing and sweet tea is my drink of choice- hot sweet tea is my drink of choice, now. Like the English, with lemon. Today I woke up and it had snowed. Not a dumping, rather a dusting, but it snowed and was snowing when I woke up. I didn't go to school today because I have a stomach bug-or something, so I stayed at home. I watched Love Actually and it made me realize how close Christmas is!
Three weeks from today I will be with my mom and sister-then in paris, lady gaga, site seeing, then on our way home just in time for Christmas Eve. My time here has really flown by. Ive been here for a little over 3 months now. In some ways, I feel like it's been an eternity, and in others, 5 hours. After you've moved in with your host family for a week, you feel like you're already a part of the family. So when you think it's only been a month, you feel like you've been there for forever. But when you talk to your family, you feel like you saw them yesterday, or at least I do.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Although I was expecting to be homesick, and I think others were too, I wasn't. Most all my other exchange student-friends are celebrating Thanksgiving in one way or another. I'm celebrating it by explanation, that's all. I'm not exactly homesick I don't think, because here, it is not a holiday. People aren't all together with family, happy and holiday-like. So for me, it's just another day. Something that is making me laugh and think of home is my host sister. She has recently become obsessed with Mike Posner- who oddly went to Duke, the University of my favorite basketball team. Christmas is oddly close, and it's weird. I went to downtown Amiens on Wednesday and it was Christmas Centre. There were mini houses and lights all down CentreVille for Christmas and Christmas music blasting. It was wonderful! and really reminded me of Christmas. Next weekend, I'm going to my friend Sydney's for the weekend. I'm really excited. She's in my program too and we've gotten to be really good friends. Not much is going on here. But i'll be sure to update you if there is!

Soon-i hope!
Bailey

Sorry I've been lazy.

Again, sorry for my laziness. I know I should be blogging more often.
The other day in class, I knew what an answer was in FRENCH class and the class didn't! Everyone was like WOOOOOOW.
Forecast for Friday: SNOW.
A couple thoughts:

1) I really want to see Harry Potter....but would LOVE to in English please.
2) Generally the population of France who do not speak English have NO idea what is sung on the radio.
3) Here in high school, you are taught for the BAC (like the SAT)
4) People here DO eat fast food, had "Macdo" drive through last night.
5) BREAKING THE STEREO TYPE : French people do bathe- daily. and I haven't met one person who hates American's- that's a lie...well a stereotype of Paris.
6) People who live outside of Paris don't like people who live in Paris..I guess "northerner" stereo type is everywhere..
7) Tea with ice is extremely foreign to French people.
8) Sex means gender...like here. But the term sex is used a lot more liberally- saw a sign hanging in a cousin's bedroom that said SUN SEX AND SEA.

Continuing on comment number 2...
The other day I was in the car with my host mom and sister and was listening to the radio. Which by the way is called FUN radio. Singing along, half listening I realized the song was repeating "I just want to fuck." Atleast 5 times in a row as a verse...so usually 7 verses in a song...5 times per verse...35 times say "I just want to fuck." Lovely. Glad people are getting the best version of American/English music on the radio. If only they knew, well understood, what was being said...On top of that, my host mom and sister are singing and humming along while I'm sitting in the back awkwardly.

number 3...
So, in school here, well high school, there are 3 years. Seconde (sehg-oo-nd), Premiere (pr-ehm-ee-r), and Terminale (term-ee-nall). In seconde you take general classes with everything and generally prepare you for choising your "pathway". Premiere is the first of two years of pathway. As far as I know there are: Science, Literature, and General (S, L, and ES). In each class you take you are specialized for the hard, kick-your-ass test you take in July. Yes, people here stay in school until July. But they have two week breaks every two months, yes, lucky. Teachers often say "Pour le BAC..." Which is: for the BAC...

number 4...
HAHA last night went to McDonalds. Eva had a tutor in the afternoon and had another one right after so getting a quick meal was necessary...I was in the front seat of the car because I had been driving around with Eva's mom when we picked her up. We got to "MacDo" and Eva said BAILEY GO TELL THEM WHAT YOU WANT. We were in the drive through and the Menu is generally the same, but with different names. Oddly, the names are in English. Eva thought it would be HILARIOUS to have me tell the person what I wanted because I was American and pronounced it "correctly". I said it "ROYAL CHEESE" into the microphone. "Pardon?" hahahahahaha the man didn't understand me! After Eva's mom said it in her French Accent and the man said "Ahhhhhh ok"

5&6 are Stereotype Central.

number 5...
The last two weeks I have been asked 3 times what the Americans think of the French. Well...First off I kindly inform them that there is a floating stereotype that French people don't shave...or bathe. Everytime I have told that to someone the reaction is hilarious. Face with jaw dropped. I've come to the conclusion that the reason people think they don't bathe..or shower..is because in the Metero in Paris it smells like STRAIGHT UP B.O. disgusting. And I guess the "not shaving" part just goes along with not showering...
After I tell them that Americans think the French hate us. Again, same face, jaw dropped. Every person I've told that too has responded generally the same way..exclaiming that they don't know anyone who hates Americans!
Odd...

number 6...
Parisiens have the same stereo stype/reputation as New Yorkers. Either it is a "Northern" thing, or it is a Big City thing..because where I live in France, people HATE Parisiens. They say that they're mean, and rude, and stuck up and are just for themselves...Sounds familiar.

number 7...
Tonight I made tea with my tea bags, from home :) My family thought I was insane because ONE I was drinking tea with dinner, with sugar, and with lemon. Oh yeah, it was COLD too! Here, the drink Nestea Peach...disgusting. Nothing like home. And only during the day. Room temp. No ice.

number 8...
So, I was at the Aunt's house for dinner last week with my Host Family. We were leaving and our jackets were put in the daughter's room so I went to get mine. I look up on the wall, SUN SEX AND SEA is on the wall...okay cool I thought..sex that's cool..and awkward to have hanging in your room...Then I was in Paris with my host mom and she was asking what Sea was because she said she saw the sign too and was like "ouais, sun, soleil, sex, sex, et sea c'est quoi?" I explained to her what it was and that was it. She was just like oh yeah that's cool. SO I'm not sure if it's just chill here or what...but she was pretty chill about it...And it's talked about in school all the time casually in class. One time we talked about vamps..hahahahaha

it's a special day

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!!!!





I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!

Let Me Tell You About My Day.

WHAT A DAY. Yeah, what a freaking day.


Starts out with a good piece of crust-less toast and coffee..which I have perfected..the coffee. Put the medium color in the machine, press big cup botton (which is tiny), let it make, put just enough milk, up to a certain polk-a-dot on the mug, three sugar squares (which are not squares, they are the shapes of the shapes on cards-drew a blank), and in the microwave for 42 seconds, perfect. Left for school around 720, picking up two girls, 12 and 5 who live close and taking them too. TURNING MY PHONE ON SILENT..and continuing to school.
First period? Math. Background? No one really participates in class, I understand Mlle, it's annoying... but maybe they don't understand? I'm not sure. Anyways, that bothers the teacher, the grades aren't lovely, and she just gave a pop "interrogation" that everyone practically bombed. She passed back the interrogation after lecturing us on our bad grades and is standing at the board explaining something, I don't even remember. Someone's phone vibrates. It was all down hill from there. She asked who it was and said that the person needed to confess. No hands went up... At first I thought it was me, honestly, because it was so close to me. My heart was beating SO fast and I KNEW my face was red as blood. She said check-see if it was you. I checked, luckily, it wasn't me. "OKay, if no one will admit to it, everyone place your phones on the table. If it's on, I'm taking it." OKAY this is where the language barrier is a bitch. I found out she said that later...I understood what was going on, but in the midst of my fright about it being me, her yelling, and the class remaining silent, whatever she was yelling about exactly, was no concern to me. She walked around the classroom- I thought she was checking for if it was on vibration. NOPE she was checking to see if it was ON! I obviously didn't get that memo. Luckily...or atleast I thought luckily, my phone was on silent. After her snatching my phone, leaving me in total shock, I practiced deep breathing and tried not to start crying like a fool. After all the phones were taken the teacher said there is no guarantee I will have my phone by the end of the day. BY HELL I WILL, I'm going out of town for the weekend (which started today), I need my phone. I don't live with my parents.
After that class I had a study hall. Unfortunately I started crying. Want to know why? I tried to talk to my math teacher, prove it to her, and justify myself, but nah, it's the rules. Okay understandable, but really I can PROVE it wasn't me. And for anyone who knows me, I don't get in trouble at school, ever. I HATE getting in trouble at school-in general really and this was awful. I never have had my phone taken, and I was getting it taken in France where they are SUPER strict.
Before lunch I had homeroom for an hour. And it was interesting-here the homeroom teacher has two representatives from the class who talk about problems the class has with teachers and all that stuff. And one of the people who is a Rep got their phone taken. The teacher simply asked our opinion on it and he nicely stood up for me and said it wasn't fair mine was taken because I don't understand. (Made me happy and sad, happy because he was sticking up for me, but SAD because they think I'm retarded.) Anyways, the teacher said I had to go to the principal along with the other 3 people who were in the same situation.
After the class, I went. In a shaking voiced I used passed tense to explain what happened in detail to the scary, tall, slicked back jet black hair, principle man, M. Briaux. He nicely said it's okay the first time, next time, I keep it. WOOOOOOOOOO I got my phone. But after nearly going into cardiac arrest!!!!!
OH yeah, had a "french" test today. Didn't know. 
After school Eva, her mom, and I went to the mall and grocery store to kill time. Around 4 something we took Eva to her tutor and the mom and I were off! First we went to a home-y store. It was covered in Christmas decorations and it was SO pretty! Lots of candles, lots of smelling. After we went to a toy store- Eva's mom needed to get a present for her nephew. I found Davie some Christmas presents!! YAY!

So my bad day is over. I'm going to Versailles (pronounced ver-s-eye) tomorrow!! Wahoo...Waking up at 8..not so bonne.

Just random thoughts

So I'm sitting here, eating a delicious chocolate mousse..which I can eat whenever I want...I thought I should probably write a blog. It's Saturday night, and I only had two days of school this week, oddly, I'm exhausted. Last night I went to bed at 1030..very unlike me. Usually Friday and Saturday night means up all hours of the night talking to my friends on skype or facebook. No, not this weekend. It's 930 and I'm ready for bed. Oddly I really have no desire to stay up and talk to my friends at home. Not because I don't want to talk to them, but because it has turned into the same conversation everytime. "Hey, hey! how are you? good you? good. hows france? good hows durham and hows school? good." Or there is some drama somewhere I'm filled in on. Not that it really matters that I know.. Don't get me wrong, I hate not keeping up, but it's kinda useless information to me. Here is rather drama free, or for me at least. Either there is drama, that has absolutely no relation to me, that I understand. Or I just don't understand it, be the language, or why. It's nice. Anyways, sitting here, just finished my chocolate mousse, talking to a friend, and listening to Jamestown Story. Why sad slow music? I don't know. I'm not sad at all. I'm actually a lot better. I've been at this house since Tuesday and I love it. I am constantly laughing at stupid things I do or stupid things Eva and I do. I will have a 6 pack when I come home from laughing-mark my words...I should probably cut down on the chocolate mousse, bread and cheese though too...Here, they have cream cheese...but not bagels. NO bagels. :( I love bagels. I love the cheese here..well some. Not the smelly, large, mushroom cheese though. I went and got my stuff from my previous host family's home today. Interesting. Spent all afternoon unpacking and putting stuff away..Yes, my room is clean, tidy, and my clothes are color organized- MOM DO NOT EXPECT THAT WHEN I GET HOME. Eva came in towards the end up my unpacking fiasco and thought it was hilarious I pretty much had TWO of everything. Which is kinda true.

So I've been asking myself this. At what point can you say "I speak French". All of a sudden I'm understanding so much and can speak without thinking and it's just a lot more fluid. I don't know if it's because I moved or because what, but it's a really cool feeling. For people who speak two languages, how did you know? I don't know I'm not looking for a pinpointed time, but it's just weird. I know I can really understand a lot more because I can talk at dinner, and I can make fun of Eva and people understand.

I don't know. Haha, I usually don't know what's going on. I never know my homework, I never know when I'm going somewhere, or where I'm going. I never know what to expect. I've come to a conclusion, I'm an martian here.

Like my journal.

Today I woke up and was pretty homesick. I had a headache last night and when to bed on a bad note-which I hate doing. I watched Sex in the City 2 when I woke up and felt a little better, good ole American shit. Pierre came up around 1230 and declared "On Mange" in English, we are eating. I went downstairs and ate lunch with everyone. We had fish fillets with potatoes and carrots. I've had fish a lot the last couple days. After lunch I went upstairs and started to pack up my things. I was sad. I didn't know where or what I was doing today. People can tell me a million times what I'm doing, or where I'm going, but I still never really know. I don't know what to expect or how to picture it in my head. It's not like at home when my mom is like okay were going to Southpoint, or were going to Charlotte. It's like were going to sajkdhaksjdhjksdasjk and in my head I see nothing. It's weird.
I watched a little of Pirates of the Carribean and packed some more. Later in the afternoon Eva and her mom were at the Rolle's. I was excited and wanted to cry at the same time. I was downstairs with Eva and Emmanuelle sitting by the TV and almost started crying. It's emotional- changing and all. Again, you have no clue what to expect or where you will be going. On the way to Eva's I was excited-and felt pretty confident with my French because I understood everything her mom was saying in the car. We go to where she lived, which is pretty far away, but it is like an actual city. I don't live in the country anymore. The house I live in is 3 stories and skinny, but spacey. My room is gorgeous, already posted pictures. I love everything so much. Tonight for dinner I had pumpkin soup, salad and pasta with salmon. SO good. At dinner we watched TV too! We sat a table but the news was on and we watched it! :D At dinner it was me, Eva and her mom. Eva's dad is a doctor and isn't home very often, but I met him tonight. SO nice. When he smiles you can see gold teeth in the back shining in the light. I'm happy, here, I have a bathroom with Eva which is RIGHT next to my room...so when it's a middle of the night, I need to pee, I CAN!!-Unawkwardly. :) After dinner we watched desperate housewives, IN FRENCH and now I'm sitting downstairs listening to music. The only sad thing is I don't have Wifi in my bedroom, but I can live without it- that's a new concept...I can live without being constantly connected? Hm.

A demain,
Bailey

My new room!

Les Photos

Mers Les Bains

Getting in the car after peeing in the woods. MOM- I officially have REAL pee UGGS hahahhhahahaha

BEAUTIFUL

In a trench

EEEEEKKK watch out

AT A FARM!!!! The cows were getting milked!!!

Halloween!

And She's Back!

So I haven't blogged for about two weeks now, but there has been a lot going on. I am changing families for reasons that can be discussed on a one-one basis, ain't here to be acting like "dat DTOWN drama". For the last week and a half or so, I have been living with the Rolle's. They were life savers! Friday Oct. 22- Left school with Emmanuelle, a girl in my class and Martina, another exchange student, for the week.
This past week I've done a lot. I thought I posted a blog about what I did two weekends ago, but I guess it didn't go through-damn internet. The first weekend I was here I went to the birthday-day of the grandfather, 80. The grandfather has 7 children (Emmanuelle's mom being one of them), and all the grandchildren.
That day, 5 of the kids were there, with their children. We sat at a table for six hours. There was not one time when I didn't have a delicious plate of the mystery meal in front of me. Six hours of sitting and eating- vive le france! Everyone sat that long too, kids got up now and then, but were mostly at the table. It was appetizer after appetizer, then the entre, then cheese, fruit, then dessert, more dessert, and more, oh yeah, coffee. With every meat, or food really there is a different wine. I got to taste allllll of them! There was one man there who was like "A petit peu" which means a little bit, that turned into a little bit of everything- which ends up being a lot. When I would think we were done with eating, someone else would bring another plate of something. For dessert I had THREE. Not helpings, three different desserts served to EVERYONE on a plate (no bailey on a piece of wood)!!! It was creme brulee (sorry I don't have accents on my computer), chocolate mousee, and a slice of cake of your choice-pear or apple. Amazing. I ask myself EVERYDAY how people here stay so skinny. I have yet to find the answer.
Once we were FINALLY done and people started to leave, I thought we were too. I was wrong! The Rolle's stayed with the grandparents and ate ANOTHER meal!!! Although it was MUCH smaller than the others, I had just ate for 6 hours. I was amazed they could even fit another piece of food down their mouth..
As I was sitting there listening to the adults talk I figured out the grandfather lived through WW2 under Hitler's rule. COOLEST THING EVER. Well, not cool to have been under his rule, but to have survived and be able to talk about it is awesome. So Martina and I started asking questions. I found out that the Jewish didn't have ID cards so when they were asked to pull them out, that's how they were automatically sent away. ATTENTION: if you had a dark complexion, dark eyes, dark hair, didn't mean you were off to the camps right away. That is a false thought that floats around. The people in the North of France were obligated to give the Germans something every month, if not you were shot immediately or sent off to camp. Farmers stuff like milk, eggs products, etc. A lot of the people who were the guards at the camps were there to save them and their families lives. Talking to him was really cool. In the US there isn't someone I can talk to about WW2 and Hitler who actually lived under his thumb. I got to! To me, that is amazing.
Another thing I did this week was go to the Sea. The closest point I can get to home without getting on a boat!!! I really want to go to London before I leave. It is only an hour and a half Ferry ride!
The Friday before Halloween was cool. In the afternoon I went with Martina, the mom, the older brother and the younger brother to an actual WW1 battle ground. Trench warfare was what was used in WW1 and it was all trenches. It was cool to be somewhere where history actually took place. I know in the US I can go where the Civil War was fought, but here I can actually SEE where it took place. It was where the Newfoundlander's fought or something like that. I don't know much about Wars. When we got home, Emmanuelle had friends over and we dressed up and attempted to go trick or treating! I miss Halloween at home! It isn't big here at all. It's mainly for the little kids and people trick or treat during the day!
Halloween day I went to the Sea again (Their great aunt lives there). And we went to another family meeting/gathering, thing for another birthday. That time only 3 hours at the table. The food was mainly seafood. Not my favorite. So I tasted everything and what I didn't want I pushed all together hoping it would look like I ate a lot. I know I didn't trick them though.
Well, here I am today. Sitting at a desk listening to music because I'm homesick. I move today. BUT I don't know when I will get all my stuff-when I do it's going to be a pain in the ass because of how much I have...I don't know where I'm going, I don't know what I'm doing, but I guess that's the adventure in all this...