Second Week flew by

So this week was really eventful.

On Monday, I went to class. I had grammar from 9-12 and then my francais parle (spoken french) workshop from 1:30-3:30. Between classes every day I eat lunch at the beach. Alex met me at the school and she stayed at the beach until my second class was over. Then she, Jared, and I went to the Chagall museum. You can see pictures here. That evening, I was supposed to have a welcome dinner at another university location, but we couldn't find it, so Alex and I went back to Vieux Nice (where I live) to eat dinner and give her time to pack. She left around 9pm.

On Tuesday, same deal with class, but after school, we had salsa classes. They were terrible in comparison to Spain so I left early. I went shopping at the Monoprix in Place Garibaldi to buy a notebook and some other stuff. Then, finally, I uploaded some pictures!

The excursion to Villefranche was that Wednesday. It was pretty, but not much else. There was a chateau, a small church designed by Jean Cocteau (famous french architect), and of course, the beach. The beach there was much more crowded than Nice's though, and I prefer the one near us. After the excursion, me, Tess, and our nice Belgium friends from the school walked around on a shopping street near the train station. The "soldes" in France began on July 8th, so all prices on clothing, shoes, everything are greatly reduced. How convenient for my wallet!

I felt as though I was at school for an eternity on Thursday. That afternoon, the school had planned an "oenologie conference," so that we could taste different wines, cheeses, and learn how to distinguish certain flavors from others. The girl sitting to my left, Alexandra, was super obnoxious. She basically kept asserting the answers when she was obviously French and had done this before. On my right, I sat next to Silvia, a friend from Spain. We made plans to go to the beach on Sunday. After the oenologie, I went back to Segurane, the residence.

Our group director had emailed us that on Friday she would take us out for "happy hour." Apparently, she's retarded. Several group members attempted to order alcoholic drinks, and she was like, "oh no, bien sur que non." Well, if you're going to invite us for happy hour, make sure to include that we know you mean mock-tails.

Saturday and Sunday, I spent a combined total of--wait for it--8 hours at the beach. Sunday was much more fun though, hanging out with Silvia, Tine, Peggy, Barbara, and Jared. We spent forever just floating around in the crystal-clear Mediterranee.

I'm now quite dark.

One more thing...... No class tomorrow because it's Bastille Day! 14 Juillet!! Going to the beach tonight to watch fireworks. :)

A toutes mes amis! I promise to update more frequently!

-Michelle