Well, I'm sat at home, in the United Kingdom. The adventure is over, well I guess if you look at it another way, the adventure is only just beginning.
First off, I had computer issues, but all good now (that stopped me from writing a blog sooner, then I had a busy last couple of weeks!)
First up, it was sunny towards the end of April/Early May in Paris, and I took the opportunity to go take photos in the city. Well, I say take photos, the plan was to go to the Eiffel Tower, then grab the RER further down the city to somewhere else. I ended up walking from the Eiffel tower to Bibliotheque Francois Mitterand (10km apparently). It ended up being a lovely afternoon, I even managed to sneak in a museum where I saw the original ruins of Paris, then sat on the riverbanks of the Ile Saint-Louis. It was quite tiring towards the end, but a memorable day in which I saw practically all the main sights of the city.
I followed this up with a visit to the Chateau of Fontainbleau which was a bit of a long way and saw me going via Gare de Lyon. When I got there I was faced with a 15 minute bus ride, but wow was it worth it. I was faced with this massive palace filled with rooms that were so beautifully designed.
It was the way home though that gave me my strange story of the day. I got back to the Gare and the ticket inspector stood and watched me validate my NaviGo, it made the accepting ding noise and then, immediately. 'Monsieur, veuillez presenter votre titre de transport pour une inspection'. I obligied, but I wanted to say 'BUT YOU WATCHED ME VALIDATE IT!!!'. But onwards I went.
The next week or so was spent saying Goodbye to places and people, and then I ended up in a reflective mood of what a wonderful year I've had. I might even pop back and spend another year here after my final year of university.
Then came the big test, I had to pass an interview in French. I won't go into details of it (let's face it, it would bore you!) but I passed and ended up on what is essentially a waiting list for a contract to free itself up. What a fantastic end of year!
So, that's it, the year abroad is over. I've had a blast and would snap up the chance to do it again. Thank you for reading this throughout the year and I'd love to keep up the occasional blogging. So, this isn't the end. It's just the end of the beginning.
Take the average tourists Paris to do list. On it will be the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Sacré Coeur, then a little museum called the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay is likely to make an appearance and for very cultural tourists the Centre Pompidou is probably on there too. For the people who know Paris they're probably going to check out what's going on at the Hotel de Ville since they always seem to have an exhibition about something or other, there's the Espace Dali up in Montmartre, the Cité des Sciences seems to be up and coming these days. In short, in Paris there is lots to do.
Last week I decided to visit the Louvre, luckily so did a UKC friend Michael. So we went there, saw some sculptures, Napoleon III's apartments, the Mona Lisa etc etc. We also wanted to see Liberty leading the people, which I remember seeing when I went to the Louvre a while back. However the powers that be have moved it to the Louvre Lens, dommage.
The point in this is, I hadn't really once thought of visiting the Louvre whilst I'd been here this year, and then I got thinking; what else is there to explore? Paris is one of the cultural capitals of the world, I've always loved the place. Whenever the question came up where I wanted to go on holiday, it was Paris. I'd holiday-ed in Paris a fair few times and not seen it all, I've spent a good 7 months here now and I've still not seen it all. There's so much waiting to be seen, and not long to do it in. Time to get to it. But I know I won't see it all, it's impossible, Paris is a city that is constantly changing, perhaps that's what I find so exciting about it, and perhaps that's why I'll always keep coming back.
So, that's my short blog. I don't know why I felt the need to write this, perhaps to motivate me to go out and do more things!
It's been an entire month since I wrote a blog! Yikes! I've just been so busy I've forgotten. I'm just going to give an account of what I've done this month... so here we go!
March is the traditional start of the cycling season in Europe with one of the best (in my opinion) races of the year. The 'Course au Soleil', the Paris-Nice. I went down to see the Prologue in Houilles which is a nice little town in the Yvelines departement. I arrived in the town, not knowing where the heck I was going. I ended up walking about 2,5km of the course. It was a cold day, but an exciting one where I got to see many of the riders close up, one by one.
The stage was won by a young Europcar rider Damien Gaudin who has basically come out of nowhere to win. But it was a French win so the local crowd was (obviously) delighted.
The next day I took the long trip to a town called Nemours in the Seine-et-Marne departement, this town is some 100km outside of Paris, a town that has inspired writers such as Honoré de Balzac and Victor Hugo. It's not too hard to see why, the town has a beautiful river, church and small chateau, it was a ideal setting for the finish of the first road stage. Again, this one was won by a French man, Nacer Bouhami (who went and crashed out the next day) in a sprint finish.Those of you reading who may follow cycling will know of a man named Jean-Francois Pescheux who is the route director of the Tour de France and other cycling races owned by the ASO, the Paris-Nice being one. As he was born in Nemours, there was a small presentation to him on the podium after the stage.
Then I had visitors for an entire week, we went to Disneyland, The Eiffel Tower, Versailles amongst other things.It was lovely seeing some friends from Canterbury and doing some very touristy things during my Vacances d'Hiver. Though I felt exhausted at the end of the week. We were blessed with beautiful weather, even going as far as not taking a coat out! (This however, would not last the two weeks of my holiday).
Once they had left, I took a few days to rest up, boy oh boy did I need it. Almost 8 full days of walking around had taken their toll, I was exhausted! Then came Tuesday. By far the most eventful day of the holiday. It snowed. Again.
It wasn't too bad actually, we've had worse snow. However, I got stranded. And had to go from Marne-la-Vallee to Paris, Paris to Meaux to get home! And I was on one of the last trains to make it out of Paris. Lucky me huh?
The rest of the week, I devoted to getting my year abroad essay research into a 800 word summary to submit. Whilst I think my research is at an 'ok' level, my summary was pretty poor and I'm not expecting a good feedback piece on it. But I write my essays by doing all my research first, then all my writing. It's how I work best, I'm not changing it for this piece of work. Especially this piece of work.
Then came the weekend, on Saturday I was visited by my Grandma and Auntie who I met at Gare du Nord at lunchtime, we had lunch, saw the Waterlilies painting at the Orangerie gallery at the Jardin des Tuileries, then had dinner. The next bit is sort of strange, we went to the Moulin Rouge. This was something I'd never really considered doing, but turned out to be pretty great actually. Once you look past the obvious, the costumes and the choreography were top notch. As was the atmosphere. Would I go again? Yes! I laughed, was amazed and entertained for a few hours. It was a great night, ruined by surprise engineering works on my line. It seemed to caught us all out as I went from Paris to Marne-la-Vallée and then caught the 01:20 bus with a full bus of other people. (No photos, sorry folks. Cameras are banned from the Moulin Rouge).
The next day was St. Patricks day, now me not being Irish, I don't really care too much for it. But upon hearing their were some Irish cultural performances and fireworks at Disney, I decided to pop along. I was not disappointed. Well, if you were Irish you'd have noticed their 'pipe band' were actually Scottish, but let's look beyond that! I saw some Irish dancing and stuff like that. I was very entertained by their Leprechauns (who were French of course) who went and turned a mans jacket the wrong way round as his lining was green. 'C'est vert, C'EST SAINT PATRICK HEIN?'. The day had a sour note when I had to argue with a person (in French), as I had to tell them off for pushing in front of me who had been waiting for something for 25 mins, as opposed to their turn up half way through tactic. I had a lovely meal in a restaurant
In short, I had a brilliant day, topped off with some amazing fireworks, followed immediately after by even more amazing fireworks.
The next week, I was back at work having a busy week, but I managed to see two movies during the 'Printemps du Cinéma' (Which is basically where every single cinema place is €3,50). Jappeloup and 20 ans d'écart. I wanted to see French movies to see how much I understood. A good amount, I came out satisfied with my understanding in each film. Jappeloup was very good though, if you are in France, try and see it! I also saw The Place beyond the Pines with my extension vouchers I won through the BNP Paribas facebook page.
A busy, busy month. I'll post more hopefully very soon, as there is always much more to tell. I'll leave you with a photo of me meeting Irish Mickey and Minnie (I couldn't resist).
I like France, I like the country and the language. But living here is something very different. I still like France, I've learnt that sometimes, they do things better than we do. But the opposite is also true. Living abroad opens your eyes to differences both the good and the bad. I've been learning French since I was 11 years old. I remember starting with the simple 'Je m'appelle Geoff, j'ai vingt ans' etc etc. Then we moved. Where I moved to, they had been learning French since they were 9 years old. They were already pros at the introducing yourself business. They had already moved onto 'Je voudrais un hotdog' and that sort of stuff. All of a sudden there was a significant gap between my ability and there abilities. In Year 8 (my second year of learning French) I was in the top set. How strange, I was in a top set with people who I was supposed to be as good as, but there was a gap.
Then in Year 9 (a new school) came a bizarre experience where I could
say very very basic stuff, and then a series of slightly more complex
stuff but missing out on a few in between bits. To be honest with you, I don't think I've ever made up that gap. Yeah, I know how to use the stuff they learnt, but not in the same way. I've not had that extra 2 years of practise and so I find myself in a situation where I still make silly little mistakes.
Now, moving to France and speaking every day in their language. There are barriers to overcome. Confidence being one, I was always afraid of making mistakes. My French is decent, but you don't want a situation where you speak the language, and a French person looks at you and says 'Eh?'. But, I've learnt that that is exactly what you need! You just need to try.
You are not always going to be able to say everything. Academic French and practical French are two very different things. I was told to keep something 'branché'. My first reaction was 'WTF does that mean?'. It means keep it plugged in. So, every when living here, you are going to struggle. Fact. (Future year abroaders, get ready for this. You're not going to know things, but not knowing things is actually how you learn things).
The biggest thing I've learnt though is that living totally in French is out of the question. I tried not phoning home for a while at the start of the year. But then, one day I broke. My mum said to me 'Why did you phone, it'll cost a fortune?'. My answer: 'I don't even care, I just need to speak English to someone'. That's going to happen. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You can't turn your back on your mother tongue. I read BBC News more than I read French news. Just because you are abroad, doesn't mean you turn your back on the UK. Just take that chance to embrace a new culture as well as your own.
Last term it snowed in France, I even blogged about it. Then last week, it happened again. When it snows, they don't really shut the school. But hardly any of the students bother going in. This leads to me turning up to a class and get told 'You know what? There's like 5 of them, you don't need to stay'. Then I wait for the next lesson. It happens again. It's not all bad, in theory I'm getting paid for doing very little. But I'd rather be doing something rather than reading a book I'm not really enjoying. Most of the students have the excuse of busses not running though, so I shouldn't complain really.
So, it did snow. And it snowed a lot. I woke up on Saturday and the ground was just covered in white. But that's nothing compared to Sunday. On Saturday at about 22:00 it started again, Sunday became a nightmare of a day. Busses got cancelled, trains broke down. But I give the French this, when it comes to gritting the main roads, they do it much better than the UK.
There's not too much to say from the last week or so, I've been inside a lot due to the snow. This weekend I'm seeing some friends from University, so I'm sure there'll be something to talk about there.
I followed this up with a visit to the Chateau of Fontainbleau which was a bit of a long way and saw me going via Gare de Lyon. When I got there I was faced with a 15 minute bus ride, but wow was it worth it. I was faced with this massive palace filled with rooms that were so beautifully designed. 
