08 December 2008

In Which Rayla Goes Into The Woods

Our adventure in la Fôret de Brocéliande was really fun. Let me tell you all about it:

Groups vert and rouge read Le Roi Arthur (King Arthur) in literature class, and it just so happens that the big forest that is featured in the legend is located in Bretagne, extremely close to Rennes. The forest is called Brocéliande and it’s absolutely beautiful, let me tell you. I’ll recount the whole trip.

The trip was on Friday, so we had to go to class in the morning. Friday first we have history, and we took a big test on Colbert, mercantilism, and control of religions. Knock on wood, but I feel really good about it, much better than any of the other tests we took this year in history. We’re hoping for an A (shut up, Arcadia High, you have no idea how hard it is to score 17 over here). Then, we had the best culture class all year, where we had a really cool discussion and debate about religious symbols in school. It’s so interesting to see the difference between French and American points of view. Then, we had art history (disco!), and English in our color group, which was really weird.

Finally, we had lunch and then the buses came and we set off for the forest. It only took about an hour to get there, and the first thing we did was drop off our bags at the youth hostel. Then, it was back in the bus for a mini drive and then we were standing in front of the giant forest ready to set off for our hike.

OK, OK, so they warned us ahead of time…wear boots! But I don’t have rain boots, and unlike Lilly and someone else, I didn’t really feel like rushing out to Aigle during lunch to buy a pair for 100Î, so I was hiking in Converse. I mean, how bad can the mud be? Answer: bad! Long story short, there was a ton of mud, and my Converse came out looking fully brown. Exciting! The hike was really fun though; we were all frolicking through the forest yelling “Oh mon Dieu! Je viens de voir Merlin!” And the mud wasn’t really so bad, actually. Once you accept the fact that your shoes, not to mention socks and probably pants, are going to be caked in mud, it becomes like a weird game of squishiness. I don’t even know how long our hike lasted, but two or three hours, and then we climbed back up the hill to the little, tiny village where our youth hostel is, and we all got ready for dinner.

Maggie, Lucie and I shared the room that was called “Arthur” – it said so on the door. This made us very happy in a ‘ha ha we have the coolest room name’ kind of way, although Lucie pointed out that it was probably cooler to be in Merlin, but quand même, Arthur rocks. As soon as we got our bed sheets from downstairs in a room that smelled of rancid socks, we made our beds and decided that we were literally dying of hunger. So, we got permission from Mme. Emmanuelli to dash across the street to the tiny tiny grocery store, and we went over there and bought much to much food (pain au chocolat, cookies, and Pringles) and then ran back to our room and ate practically all of it within a span of five minutes. Then, we all went to the kitchen to help Mme. Pallicot do the final preparations for dinner.

Cooking was exciting. Me and Maggie peeled pears, and then sliced then into tiny pieces for soup. I also tied ribbons around menus with Mike Deasy, and we made the dining room super festive. Lucie and Maggie discovered the relative difficulty in chopping up pâté, and we stole tiny bites of chicken.

Our dinner was amazing. All (half) of SYA sat at big long tables and ate a medieval feast, in honor of King Arthur. We sat with Danielle, Austin and Lela, and had an interesting meal discussing random stuff and random gossip (they’re kind of SYA’s gossip connection, and I mean that in a good way mostly). We had soupe d’orties (nettle soup), which was green and really good. Then pâté (Pascal gave us tips to avoid the liver bits) with bread, which was very French. Then, duck (yum yum quack!) and then quail (Danielle got kind of freaked out and felt bad, kind of funny) and finally weird cookies. The meal was so good! Mme. Pallicot is amazing.

Finally, we all wandered outside into the dark, following Pascal to a surprise event. (We thought we were going back to the youth hostel, but he suddenly turned us in the other direction saying, “I could have sworn it was over here, right?”) We ended up all sitting around and Pascal and Mme. Emmanuelli read us Breton and Alsacien ghost stories, during which Mr. Brochu fell asleep, much to our amusement. We were all really tired. Finally, the night came to an end at 11:30 and we were all released back to our rooms to sleep. Lucie, Maggie and I were out cold by 12:30.

The next day, we had breakfast of bread and hot chocolate, and then packed up and hopped on the bus for home. On the bus ride back, we listened to Max and Nick Flinn discussing politics, specifically Israel and Palistine, and learned that Max isn’t just cynical, but really a pessimist too. Hahahaha. Anyway, we were back at Fac de Droit before you can say “Oh my god, do you guys realize you argued about this for the whole bus ride?” and then our trip to the forest was sadly over!

I got postcards though, and I’m going to put them on my new postcard wall.

21 November 2008

BLECH "GGGRUUUUUGHR!" - In Which We Practice "R" In TPL

TPL is the coolest class. We only have it once a week for forty five minutes, and it's forbidden to have TPL homework or tests. Thus, it's a class of no worries. Plus, we get to practice speaking our French. See, TPL stands for travaux pratiques langues which means practical language practice, which "wants to say" pronunciation of French.

So on Wednesday we were sitting in TPL practicing the "R", a very weird sound in French that is really hard to make. It's like in Spanish, when you roll the R, you know? Kind of like that but way harder because you don't roll the R in French (unless you're a spanish tourist, of course) and it has this kind of weird "GUUUHRUH!" sound. Mme. Pallicot was going around the room having us pronounce words with the "R" but we still can't do it because it's really hard. So she starts exaggerating this weird "choking" sound and it's absolutely ridiculous to listen too and we all start laughing and it's hilarious.

GUHHHHRHUHRRH! BLECH! GRRRRRRUHHUHHH!

And remember this: no matter what Pallicot says, SHREK IS AN OGRE!

12 November 2008

In Which Rayla Experiences An Unfortunate Number Of Food Screw-Ups In One Day And Rambles About It

Current Mood: Quizzical, and (being finished with my homework), Slightly Bored

You know, there are some things that you just have to be in France to understand. For one, the pros and cons of different Nutella brands. And it takes trial and error to learn how to determine the taste and texture of French breads by looking at the shape and color of the loaves. You figure out which patisseries have pain au chocolat half off during the morning for petit déjeuner to-go. You taste test the hot chocolates of all the different cafés, factor in the price and speed of service, and subconsciously decide where to go again and again. You quickly learn how to tell a too-expensive “chic” we-glare-at-teenagers-who-come-in-and-obviously-can’t-afford-anything boutiques based on the window displays, and the facial expression of the ladies that work there. And after not long at all you become [annoyed] by the cafés where the waiters hand you the menu in English, and learn to avoid them at all cost. Avoid even walking past them if at all possible, they are that annoying. (I like French menus! But yeah...I know they're just trying to be helpful.)

This morning, I went to the boulangerie with Maggie, and the lady looked all flustered. She sold me a burnt pain au chocolat, and that made me a little sad. Stuff like that isn’t supposed to happen in France. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to sell inferior pastries in some French law – or at least cultural unwritten laws. Burnt pain au chocolat – c’est pas bon! Later when we got back to school, Thomas and Allen were jokingly upset about burnt croissants too… what’s up, Red Boulangerie?

Did I mention that my Wednesday is a total joke? I take the 7:20 bus, and get to school at the normal time, but we have a free in the morning so that gives me extra time to email/facebook/do internet homework for history and literature class. Then we have TPL – French pronunciation – which isn’t really even a real class (no grade or homework, and we only have it 45 minutes a week). Then, we have Culture – CESF – which is a real class, and my favorite class to boot… but after just one legitimate class I’m done for the day! It’s quite nice, and also annoying. Quite literally, I got out of bed for THIS?! I’m done with school at 10:35! (Don’t be too jealous Americans, my school lasts on the rest of the days until 5:05 PM, some days. Depends if I have free last period, but yeah.)

Lunch today was an epic fail. We went to Jean Macé, but there plate of the day could have been called “Processed Meat With Suspicious Sauerkraut.” Hot dog, weird sausage thing, mystery beef thing, and distasteful sauerkraut (“but when is sauerkraut even good,” I say). We all kind of picked at lunch unenthusiastically and unanimously decided to try that one more time – at St. Vincent this time. So we walked over to the other school, and were greeted by an overwhelming smell of fish. Fish stick day at St. Vincent… we all ate yogurt.

In better news, we should be studying the French education system soon in Culture. I am very excited, we already learned a bit about their system, and I really really want to know more. I think all of us find learning about their schooling to be really interesting. After all, we’re still in school so it affects us, or at least interests us a lot. From what we’ve learned so far, French education up through high school is amazing, but university is underfunded and needs work.

Oh also, something new! I’ve learned the value of a cell phone. I’ve taken to texting, and I find it quite fun and helpful in life. You know, communication? I only wish I had the equivalent of an unlimited texting plan; they don’t really do that in France for pay-as-you-go phones. It’s too bad. Me and Maggie are texting fiends. Text text text. Blah blah blah. I’ve learned how to text really quickly too, it’s amazing and undoubtedly a very important life skill.

The Grand Spectacle (SYA’s totally intense, awesome talent show for host/real parents and teachers and a bunch of SYA people) is in December and I really want to do something but I can’t think of a good talent…I don’t like singing which is the obvious one. Anyone have any genius ideas? Kelly and I were thinking of doing a skit or something maybe with the others, we’ll see. It reminds me of Laugh Tracks…SIG… (Nerd camp for life!) (“YOU’RE DATING A MARRIED WOMAN?!?! …inside jokes are amazing, but I forgot the rest of them!)

I’m rambling…je parle trop parfois. Oh mon dieu! Quelqu’un doit me faire fermer la bouche.

Je ne sais pas si la grammaire de la phrase au-dessus est bonne. Excusez-moi.

À tout à l’heure, tout le monde! Je vous aime! Laissez-moi les comments, s’il vous plaît. Et si on veut me faire heureuse, envoie-moi un peu de courrier d’escargot!

Important Snail Mail Info!

Attention everyone who has/wants to send me snail mail!

My postal code is 35700 NOT 34700!!!

3-5-7-0-0

If you write 34700, you will be sending my letters to Hérault in the south of France, and it takes them awhile to figure out that the postal code is wrong and get it to Rennes. So yeah, adjust your address books!

11 November 2008

In Which Rayla Meets A World-Famous Chocolatier

Happy Armistice everyone! Apparently, WWI ended today, of so many years ago. In France, our holiday is called Armistice. The US is Veterans Day. Anyway, no school today; I get to stay home and do homework while texting Maggie.

Anyway, last night was very exciting! And yes, I did meet a world famous chocolatier. His name is Phillipe. [...]

So first thing’s first, they arrive and I go out and sit with everyone, since they’ve just sat down in the living room and what not. So I’m sitting there listening to the conversation and drinking grape juice (seriously) and eating mini sausage slices, and the chocolate man's wife turns to me and says: “So you had that test of King Arthur today?”

Conversation sparked, magically I find that they are turning to me more and more and asking stuff. We talk about King Arthur, school, and the Loire Valley trip. It’s amazing! After not too long (maybe three glasses of grape juice?) we’re ready for dinner so we relocate to the table.

In the last week I’ve done this weird dinner party thing twice. It's called raclettes. For dinner, there’s this giant kind of oven thing in the middle of the table. Everyone has a little metal tray where they put cheese and ham and thin sliced meat into, and put it in the oven thing to heat up. The cheese gets all melty and the meat gets kind of smoky. It’s pretty good. We had that for dinner today anyway.

At dinner, we talk about politics (“Are you happy that Obama won?” “Yes, of course!”), the American election (“Is the election always on Novemeber 4th or does the day change?” “Oh, well, the day changes since it’s always on the first Tuesday of November, not specifically on November 4th.”), wine (“You should try to the wine is you want, it’s very French.” “OK, I will try it.” – tastes wine – “That is very interesting!”), and national holidays (“So, Armistice tomorrow, nice to have no school.” “Yeah, there are a lot of holidays in France.” “Really?”), and then all about the differences between French and US schools. It was a really great conversation and one of the best I have had so far with my host family and with non-host family guests (who are usually much harder to talk to) so I felt really happy.


Oh and I left out the part about meeting a world famous chocolatier. After dinner, we had an amazing chocolate cake and mini chocolates. My host dad says, “Oh, he made these.” *points to dinner guest* And I’m like: “Really?” But yeah, it’s gets better. My host dad: “Yeah, he is a very well known chocolate maker. He has a chocolate laboratory and everything. He has stores in Europe, Japan and the US.” It was amazing. And the chocolates were so good too. Really. So I know a world famous chocolatier! I thought that was really cool.

Last night was my most fun dinner party ever. It’s fun to feel like you can actually communicate coherently with French people. Especially today it was great because it was people outside of my host family and usually it's really hard to talk coherently with people who aren't used to putting up with your bad French. (Which I really appreciate by the way...our host families go through a lot trying to understand us, haha.) Anyway, it made me feel like I had made a lot of language process. Such a great feeling.

01 November 2008

In Which Rayla Recounts Her Loire Valley Trip (Attention! Very Long Post!)

Don’t mean to brag, but did you guys know that in France they get two weeks vacation IN NOVEMEBER. Yeah. Be jealous, the US is working you all too hard!

Let’s give a shout out to all my dear friends who are suffering through a year of torture – junior year at Arcadia high. And my dear friends who are seniors this year (maybe just Alex, actually…anyone else out there reading this who is a senior?) Anyway, Alex has college apps so that sucks. Have fun with that. And everyone who is reading this who is still a sophomore…good luck to you. (Translation: Come to SYA while you still can!)

Anyway, I just got totally sidetracked. During this two-week vacation we have in the end of October and November, all the students at SYA go on a mandatory (because it takes so much convincing!) school trip to the Loire Valley. And I just got back a few days ago, so I am now obliged to tell you all about it. Because it was genuinely amazing.

First off, some history! Because if I have learned anything from JP these first two months, you can appreciate things more if you know a little bit about them! Basically, the Loire Valley is in the central part of France (kind of more west but whatever its in the general vaguely identified central area). Back in the eleventh (XIe) century, a bunch of royal/rich people lived in the Loire area. So, they started building these buildings. After a while, the Hundred Years War broke out (along with other wars, c’est la vie!) and these royal people decided that they needed to build some stronger buildings to fend off the evil British. So, they started building big fortified towers out of stone. These towers are called ‘donjons’. Anyway, a long time passed and military architecture advances were made, and the walled in castle that we know today (towers, walls with slits for shooting arrows, giant courtyard) was born somewhere around the thirteenth century (XIIIe). Finally, near the Renaissance (XVIe siècle) the evil British finally decided to back off, so the owners of these intense castles (called châteaux, or just one is a château) didn’t have to worry about getting killed al the time, and they finally had the time to look around the area they lived and they realized, “Dang! This is really pretty!” So they started taking the military elements out of their fortified castles, like tearing down some of the surrounding walls, and putting in totally high tech advancements like windows. Et voilà, the renaissance castle (château de plaissance) makes its grand entrance.

Our trip to the Loire started on Saturday morning, but we had really been preparing for it long before that. In art history, we learned all this stuff about castle architecture and the specific castles we would be seeing. We even did a vocab quiz and then a written essay test on the château de Chambord, so we were set. We were all very psyched to go.

So, it’s Saturday morning, and we all arrive at school with our luggage and wait for our buses to arrive so we can get the heck out of here. Waiting…waiting…waiting…et voilà les cars arrivent! We all hop on (me, Maggie, Katie and Kelly opt for the pink bus, which turns out to be interesting) and off we go.

The pink bus is M. Brochu and Mr. Watt’s bus. It’s also the karaoke bus. A weird musical situation is created when thirty people listening to thirty different iPods (plus Uchenna and his ghetto MP3 player) start singing loudly. It’s very weird too, because it will be like two or three people belt out their song for like five seconds, and then they fade away…two seconds of nothing…and a completely different group is suddenly singing Sweet Caroline (…bum bum bum!) It’s like the weird unspoken communication of whose turn it is to sing. It was actually super weird and kind of freaky. Some psychologists should study it probably. (Official Study Of Teenage Subliminal, Musical Communication In An Enclosed, Moving Vehicle)

Approximately two hours later, SYA collectively arrives at our first destination: le Château de Angers. I’m pretty sure that this château was the oldest of all of the ones we saw, and it was pretty impressive. We had a tour guide (with the tour in French, of course! SYA coached the guides to talk slowly, but I don’t think we needed it) who showed us a bunch of different parts of the castle. There is a moat, giant towers, a drawbridge, and towers with spiral staircases leading to the top. There is an amazing view. There is fog, althought I don’t think that’s officially part of the architecture (but it’s always there! Have you ever see a picture of the top of a tower with no fog?) We saw most of the castle, and then we were taken down into the basement of the château (creepy!) where there was this really cool/old thing – a giant tapestry! It’s apparently extremely famous, and the largest tapestry in the world. It tells the story of the Apocalypse. Apparently in the end we’re all going to get eaten by dragons with three heads.

Before you can say “wow, this room is extremely dimly lit in order to preserve the colors of this priceless work of art!” We’re out in Angers wandering around. We bought postcards and I bought a thimble (you know…those little porcelain thimbles that only tourists buy? The ones that have the names of famous landmarks? Well I have a collection.) And we bought super cookies. Then, we ran into a very strange thing: a London phone booth? It was definitely red with the crown and everything. We found it quite odd and took humorous photos.

Finally, our time in Angers was up and we all flocked back to the buses, and away we were off to our next destination. Next up was le château de Oiron, a very little known château (it wasn’t even mentioned in the Loire Valley guide books we saw!), we were lucky enough to know existed because JP (our awesome art history teacher, in case you didn’t know) is the master of Loire châteaux and happens to know that this one not only exists, but is also really cool. In class before the trip, JP dubbed Oiron “JP’s Choice” because he likes it so much.

So we arrived in an hour or so and our buses parked next to a cornfield (seriously). We jumped off the buses and then we saw that the château was behind us. So, all of SYA runs over there and we get very excited. Waiting…waiting…waiting…yay they got our tickets to get in! So, we all pose quickly for a group picture (normal! Silly! Peace! Thumbs up!) And then are released into the castle to explore.

Oiron is no normal château, let me just tell you that. You walk out onto the courtyard and you see a giant pink teacup and saucer. There’s a metal kinetic tree sculpture which drips water into a kiddie swimming pool displayed on the porch. A seemingly random electric blue sports car sits by the door, welcoming you in. Inside, there are plastic trees, walls covered with colored lines, spiral optical illusions in display cases, canvas splattered with thick globs of paint, and a unicorn. The whole château is filled with awesome modern art. I loved it, it’s so fun! The best thing isn’t just the art though. The old architecture of the château is also extremely well preserved, so the modern art in this old architecture creates this amazing clash of time periods which, simply put, is amazing. We had about two hours to explore the whole castle and all its random modern art. It was so awesome and ridiculously fun. I was very sad that they didn’t have a thimble for Oiron in the gift shop, because it may have been my favorite visit of the trip.

The visits of our first day are finished, and we cram back onto the buses to head to our hotel. The drive was kind of long – maybe two hours? – but finally we arrive at l’Hôtel Arcantis, in a sleepy suburb of Tours. JP made a funny joke about our hotel being “stuck in the suburbs” (just imagine someone saying that with a French accent, trust me it was funny) so that SYA kids can’t go running rampant through town to “discothèques, cafés, bars and, ‘the bowling’”. Nice plan SYA.

Anyway, our hotel was actually pretty nice. I roomed with Maggie and Kelly. Katie and Lucie roomed together in a different room. Our hotel rooms were really small but we weren’t really in there all that often so it was OK. After all, all the better for staying up all night talking if you don’t have to shout across a giant room, right? Plus, we had our own bathroom. So it was good.

We had dinner at the restaurant at our hotel, and it was good too! Better than we were expecting I think. They basically served us a three-course dinner every night.

So, we went to sleep, we woke up and we ate breakfast. Breakfast was really simple – a piece of baguette, a crossaint, and hot chocolate. I did make one amazing discovery though – hot chocolate made from packets of hot chocolate powder is actually REALLY GOOD in France. Yeah. Forget Nestle and SwissMiss, I may just have to fill a suitcase full of French hot chocolate powder and bring it home with me in May, because it’s that good. Seriously.

Day two is a new day, and hence, you can switch buses if you want to! Me and the Candiot Crew (Maggie, Kelly, Katie, Lucie) opted for the yellow bus today. We were kind of annoyed by the karaoke bus yesterday.

Our first stop of the day was le Château de Chenonceau, a pretty famous castle that is built over a river (yeah, it’s pretty cool). It’s very pretty and princessy, and it has nice gardens too. It also has a labyrinth hedge maze, which gave me some really bad flashbacks to when I was eleven and in London and got lost in a hedge maze at a castle and started crying…but luckily there were no tears this time because the labyrinth was pretty pathetic and every single trail was a solution. Lame!

After wandering around the inside of the castle for awhile, me and Maggie and Kelly got hungry and popped into the Chenonceau Café, where we had more awesome hot chocolate from powder, chocolate mousse, and bread. Yum, what a nutritious snack!

After Chenonceau we had a picnic lunch in Amboise and then were off for the next castle – Chambord.

Now, before I tell you all about Chambord, you have to know first – we studied this castle really intensely in art history before the trip. I mean, we memorized castle architecture vocab, yes. We saw pictures of a bunch of castles, yes. But we had at least five pages in our Art History Manuel dedicated to Chambord alone. We talked about it for three class periods, and then took a written essay test (in French!) on it in a fourth. We looked at the specific architecture, not just the basic stuff, so we all kind of felt like we knew a lot about this place before we even got there. It made the whole thing a lot more exciting.

Chambord was amazing. We spent at least half an hour just walking around the perimeter of it before we even went inside. It’s so impressive! This castle is immense and ridiculous, it just asks you to admire it. After we got inside (thanks to super sneaky “guided tours…not”) we kind of dispersed to explore. One of the first things we did was run up the double helix grand staircase – designed by Leonardo di Vinci! – to the top of the high tower, and the view is awesome! Then, we went around the tower to the other stairs, and saw the huge rooms filled with crowns, thrones, scepters, and dead, stuffed elk. Whoo! Katie and Kelly danced in a ballroom. Maggie went to the top of the tower even though she’s scared of heights. Looking back, Chambord was definitely the most impressive castle of the whole trip. It’s just so big and majestic. Very intense, very awesome.

After Chambord, we had a long bus ride back to our Tours suburban hotel of happiness and joy. After dinner, we “went to sleep” which, at least for today, roughly translated to “stayed up way to late talking about random stuff in our tiny hotel rooms, communicating in Morse code with Dan, Darrell and Morgan in the room next door by tapping on the wall, and debating whether we should wake up Kelly because she was missing all the fun after she conked out around midnight” but it was fun!

Day three was not as good as the other days. For one, we saw no castles. Which was very lame because we’re in the freaking Loire Valley – Valley of the Kings – place with millions of castles that I want to see! And secondly, the stuff we did see was anticlimactic. But that’s not to say it wasn’t fun. Because it definitely was.

The first thing we saw was the Cathedral de Tours, which is, obviously, a cathedral in Tours. We haven’t studied much religious architecture yet (we’re saving that until Mont St. Michel), so seeing this cathedral was more of a touristy “oooh it’s pretty” thing than anything else. And we were all sad because they were doing construction on the façade, and had to ruin it with ugly scaffolding. Darn darn darn.

After that we saw this random tiny museum with weird artisan items. Apparently, people can spend their entire life working on one perfect “masterpiece.” These were all things like wooden mini staircases, dollhouses, birdcages, or elaborate castles made out of sugar. It was rather odd.

Après ça, we were free for lunch in Tours! Now that was fun. We ended up at this restaurant where nearly all of us ordered pizza. I didn’t intend to order pizza, but somehow they brought me pizza anyway. Hey, I wasn’t complaining the pizza was really good.

Our final stop of the day was the abbey at Fontevraud. This is apparently one of the largest abbies in the world! Let me just say, that I could never have lived here – there are only two rooms in the whole place where you are allowed to speak – and only in a whisper! Lets just say that I would die in that type of environment. We had a guided tour (which is never as fun as exploring it on your own), but it was OK. The main problem was that even if the tour guide had been interesting, the abbey wasn’t – every single room was barren and empty. Where are the historical artifacts? Where are the recreations of the old abbey with furniture and stuff? There wasn’t any, so it was basically just a bunch of stone rooms.

At dinner on day three, we were all trying to avoid thinking about the fact that it was our last dinner and last night in the Loire, and I think we were all getting pretty sad that we had to leave; everyone had such an amazing time! Whenever someone would mention “leaving”, “packing” or “last day” the whole table would turn to them, all hostile and all, and be like: “Stop talking about that! AHHHH!” It was quite funny. We sat with Dan, Darrell and Morgan at that dinner, which was actually quite entertaining. They’re our next-door roommates in the hotel, if you remember. Anyway, it was lots of randomness and our dinner was chicken.

Last night…Maggie conks out dead tired because of yesterday night where she stayed up all night almost…we all basically decide to go to sleep much earlier than previous nights. Sweet dreams us!

LAST DAY! AHHHH! Breakfast is like a ceremony or something…we’re all trying to act like it’s not the last breakfast we’ll be eating in the Loire Valley. There’s kind of a fake happiness in the air, since everyone is acting all funny and happy, but in fact we’re all sad that when we leave breakfast we’ll have to go pack our bags to go back to Rennes. Not that Rennes is bad, we all decided – it’s just that the Loire is amazing, as is hanging out with SYA.

Finally though, we all did have to finish that breakfast, and everyone got their bags packed and turned in their room keys and loaded onto the bus one more time. We waved goodbye to our hotel, bye hotel!

We arrived at our second to last castle of the trip, le Château de Azay-le-Rideau. This one is really cool because it has a very cool moat (you know, water around it?) and it has a very cool reflection of the castle in the water. So you can walk around the castle and see the castle…and see ANOTHER castle in the water at all these different angles. It’s hard to explain, but it makes for some wicked cool photos.

After that, we had another picnic lunch, and we all (as in, everyone in SYA) ate sitting around the edge of the parking lot just talking and hanging out. Then an SUV – what is it doing in France? – almost ran me and Maggie over, so that was exciting. Before long, we had finished our lunch and thrown our trash away into the very overfilled trashcan – more of a trash sculture by that point, I would say…with all the bags of chips and balls of foil and all – we found ourselves wandering around the town. We found some really cute touristy shops where I bought thimbles – for Azay-le-Rideau, and Amboise (even though we technically only drove past that one) and one with a fleur de lys on it – and post cards.

Finally, we arrived at our last castle of the trip, and our last stop of the trip too. The last stop was the magnificent Château de Villandry – but the awesome thing isn’t even the château. In fact, the château pales in comparison to the real attraction, the gardens. The gardens at Villandry are ridiculous, enough said. They’re huge and perfectly maintained and colorful and shaped…and I should really put up a picture of them so you can get the point… But seriously, we climbed to the top of the highest tower of the castle just to look out and see all the gardens from a bird’s eye view, and it’s very intense. It’s crazy to think about what would make anyone even design something like this, let alone maintain all the perfectly trimmed hedges and flowers and vegetable gardens. But at the same time, when you look out from the tower at the final effect, that amazing impression that you get of these gardens stretching forever is something that makes all the work not just make sense, but makes it worthwhile. We wandered in the castle for about an hour or forty-five minutes, but spent maybe twice that in the gardens just walking around seeing everyting. We could have spent a lot longer too, but unfortunately, we couldn’t because we had to get back to the buses.

I am sad that I did not get a thimble from Villandry, by the way. It’s sad. I want a thimble!

Anyway, after that we just had a long bus ride back to Rennes, where our host families picked us up and we started our Toussaint vacation.

So, let’s recap:

-       - The Loire was amazing.

-       - We discovered that it’s really fun to hang out with all of SYA for extended periods of time.

-       - There was crazy bonding time.

-       - Singing on buses is interesting and irritating, depending on the songs and loudness of the singing.

-       - Chambord is AMAZING.

-       - Oiron is RIDICULOSLY COOL AND FUN.

-       - Villandry’s gardens are BEAUTIFUL.

-       - Talking all night is awesome too.

Hope you enjoyed this little [big] recap, because I spent a ridiculous amount of time writing it. That’s why it took me so long to post about the trip. So yeah, read it again, just ot make it really worth all the time! Now I just need to upload my pictures to facebook, but that may take awhile since there are 500 of them…that’s what…8 different albums? Ahhh!

Just kidding, I love spending too much time writing on my blog and giving you my pictures. It gives me an excuse to procrastinate reading Le Roi Arthur.

Vive la vallée de la Loire!

31 October 2008

In Which Rayla Speaks Jovially About Beaucoup de Trucs, Including Weather

 

Happy Halloween all! Sorry, but I am 100% positive that this latest post will not be available for your reading pleasure on the actual day of Halloween (oh darn!), but none the less, I am here – living, breathing, and existing – on Halloween! Boo to you! They don’t really celebrate Halloween in France. Well, not very well at least. It’s one of those extremely American traditions that French people secretly think is really cool and desperately want to copy, but alas cannot because they can’t just go changing their entire culture (at least not all at once).

It’s true though, there are elements of American culture that French people admire ridiculously much. In some ways, I’m found that they wish they were American. Halloween is one example. Another good one is the French teenagers obsession with Converse (you know, the basketball shoes?) Total. Obsession. Seriously, ask any SYAer what their host siblings favorite type of shoes are, and not only with they know exactly (which is pretty bizarre, who goes around talking about their favorite shoe type?), every single one of the them will say “Oh, obviously, Converse! Isn’t that your host sib’s favorite too?” Answer: YES. So yes, it’s cool to pretend you’re American in France. In general, Americans are cool. Here’s the paradox: American’s are also idiotic, ignorant, arrogant, and frivolous. Yet, French people like us and want to copy us. That makes sense right? NO.

Seriously, if anyone in the world was a hypocrite about anything, it might have to be the French and their strange American love/hate relationship. It’s kind of funny though; me and Kelly were talking about this exact same thing the other day. Apparently, Americans are the stupidest and more ignorant people ever. And yet, tons of French college students still flock to the US to go to college. Some French kids would kill to go to university in the US. Seriously. They want to come really really badly. Next up, Americans are ugly and have no fashion sense. Yet, Converse are literally everywhere and French teenagers wear Abercrombie hoodies despite the fact that there aren’t actually any Abercrombie stores in France (well, maybe one in Paris, but I don’t think so. I think they buy them online, it’s so weird.) Our American government is corrupt and unjust, yet our election news is huge here. Explanation? No clue. C’est bizarre, je dis. Très bizarre. Actually, it’s not bizarre. It’s just French.

Another funny Frenchism I’ve discovered, now that I mentioned the election. The general French population has some funny ideas about Obama/the election. I discovered this the other day when I was talking about politics with my family the day we got back from the Loire Valley. I said that everyone thinks Obama is going to win because he is way ahead, and my family said “obviously” and then they said “blah blah blah MORT…DEAD!”

Silly me, I thought they were saying that it’s too bad that Obama’s dead. Now, you have to understand, I actually had been out of town ignoring world news for the last four days, so it isn’t out of the questions that I would have totally missed something like that. But basically, I was thinking, “OK that sounds utterly ridiculous” but I was still a little upset that we didn’t have internet access at home because I really really wanted to go on CNN. com just to make sure my world wasn’t crumbling around me.

Anyway, I survived thinking that Obama might be dead (I wasn’t actually that worried, you see) and the next day I was sortir-ing with Maggie and Lucie in République and I just randomly burst out: “Hey, Obama isn’t dead right?”

Lucie laughs – a laugh of comprehension! Yes! – and says that her host family thinks that Obama is going to get killed too. I was like, WHAT? And then she explained this to me:

Apparently, there are many French people that believe in three absolute truths of the US election.

1)   1. Obama will be a better president than McCain.

2)   2. Obama will win the election.

3)   3. Obama will be assassinated by crazy racists.

I find this to be ridiculous. Have they no faith in America? We’re the land for the free and the home of the brave and the melting pot of the world, not to mention that we have the freaking Secret Service to prevent presidents for getting killed. It’s not like it would be that easy to just take out Obama. I mean seriously. And we’re not that racist either! Look French people! Obama’s in the lead! What does that say about how “racist” America is?

Anyway, very funny and interesting. Whoo culture!

Oh freaking Lord, it is SO cold here. Apparently global warming is hitting us really hard this year, because it’s supposed to SNOW next week. No joke. SNOW. S-N-O-W. Cold cold cold. It gets dark and it gets down to like five degrees Celsius, which in case you need a refresher on none stupid American temperature measure…THAT’S ONLY 5 DEGREES ABOVE FREEZING. It’s cold, yo. Very cold. Yesterday when we were hanging out in Rennes, me and Maggie and Lucie were literally hopping from restaurant to restaurant just because walking around aimlessly deciding where to go was out of the question unless we wanted to freeze to death. So we tried a new kabob place (two thumbs up) and after that went straight to Café Candiot where we stayed for maybe an hour and a half and then went straight to get crêpes. And somewhere along the lines we stopped in Galleries Lafayette and Maggie actually bought a beret because it was so cold out and her ears were cold. Yeah. Cold.

It gets dark here earlier too. It’s not too dark right now, but even when the sun is up it’s cold and gray. California cloudless skies are very far off.

I’ll keep you updated about snow. If it happens.

Oh by the way, I bought Grey’s Season 1 in FRENCH! It’s so amazing I love it. It’s annoying how all their voices are different though. And that one episode where in the English version Ellen Pompeo had totally lost her voice is normal in the French version! I was like, why does this voice sound normal? It’s supposed to be weird and nasally, I’ve seen this episode at least 10 times and every single time the voice was weird, and you’re telling me that it’s normal now? Really? Really?!

I sent out a bunch of postcards from the Loire today. If you get one, yay you! If you don’t get one and feel very strongly about it, leave me a pointed comment and I’ll be sure to send you one in two weeks when we’re at Mont St. Michel, d’accord?

Tout le monde, bisous de France!

(Don’t eat too much candy now, little childrens!)

24 October 2008

In Which Rayla Talks Randomly About Packing, Literature Class Weirdness, Umbrellas, and Dr. Mamour...

Katelyn told me to update my blog. OK, Katelyn, I will!

We're all very excited for the Loire Valley trip which starts TOMORROW! At 8 am! in the morning! Ack! But anyway, I packed my bag yesterday, upon suggestion of my host family... [...]

SCENARIO: Rayla walks in the door, just arriving from school/Café Candiot

Rayla: Bon soir!
(Bisous exchanged)
Dad: Bon soir!
Mom: Bon soir!
Rayla: Blah blah blah.
...Random Conversation...
Rayla: Something that amounts to: "LOIRE VALLEY TRIP TOMORROW! O-M-G!"
Mom: Yay! You should pack!

Good advice. Very good advice. :-D

So, I packed all my stuff after dinner, and ended up filling up a complete suitcase. I started out with a strategy and gameplan, choosing outfits, etc. but ended up thinking of other stuff I needed (What if it's really cold? I'll need my hoodie!) and throwing in more clothes until I had basically an entire mix and match wardrobe. Wheeeee.

In other news besides the Loire Trip, which starts tomorrow did I mention(!), I've decided that Culture (CESF) is my favorite class. I love all the stuff we learn in that class, because it's super interesting and strangely helpful (you never think you'll need to know the French word for "people old enough to vote in an election" but strangely, you do...all the time) and I feel like I learn more vocabulary there that I actually use than any other class. Not to mention our class discussions which are actually pretty good...and in French! Plus our culture teacher, Pascal, is really awesome. We're all sad that he's not coming on the Loire trip with us. Dommage...

As for my other classes, I think they're going pretty well. The first quarter ended today (no matter how much we try to deny it, our year is like...a quarter over...did I mention that I'm trying to ignore it?...impossible I say, we just got here!) and we'll be getting our quarter grades after vacation I think. In littérature, we're reading King Arthur in French. It's really intense and requires extensive dictionary use, but I'm surprised how much we can understand. Plus, just imagine all the useful vocab that I'm absorbing by reading about medieval Arthurian shenanigans...I know at least five words for "war" now, along with different ways to say "knight", "dead bodies", and "illegitimate child". ...Pretty funny, if you think about it. I don't know how to comment on how delicious my dinner it, yet I can analyze in detail and in French the metaphors in poetry, discuss the philosophy of Rousseau and comment on the fact that King Arthur had an affair with his half-sister... That's the funny thing about learning French literature.

We're learning about poetry in English and reading this textbook (photocopy!) about poetic stuff that's called "Versification." Any AHS Sophomore English Honors students of last year, or many years past I'm assuming, I would just like to say that Versification is reminding me freakishly much of Poetics, except it's not in Old English. Yay for that! We discussed "The Road Not Taken" - the best poem ever! - the other day, and I basically found out that all the analysis I have ever done of that poem (i.e. Guy takes road less travelled, and it makes all the difference...) was totally not right because he DIDN'T take the road less travelled...they're actually travelled the same... Anyway, we analyzed that and that was awesome, but now we're talking about meter and stress and feet and poetic forms, wheeeee. Apparently, today we're analyzing The Raven though, as our special "Halloween" class. Should be fun.

Speaking of English, we just finished reading our second book of the year "Winesburg, Ohio" and I have to say, it was amazing. First book I've read for English and actually enjoyed in a really long time. It's very dark though. Very very dark and depressing. Grotesque, one might say...

(Kelly says it's not that depressing. Sorry Kelly, I think it's depressing. It's filled with stories about people who are empty and twisted inside.)

So today, me and Maggie went to the creperie for lunch, and I had this amazing crepe with chocolate and coconut creme and it was AMAZING! After that, we wandered around looking for a contact lens case because Maggie needed one, and we were extremely upset to discover that even at the big grochery store they have NO CONTACT STUFF! None! Quelle dommage! I swear, it's the stuff you don't expect to not be able to find that France seems to not have. We also had a funny incident where Maggie grabbed a random umbrella in the store and went to pay (because it might rain in the Loire Valley, you know?) and then she found out that the umbrella actually cost 20E and it's a really crappy umbrella that will probably break tomorrow. That was surprising/unhappy/really funny. Oh! And I bought French TV Guide because it has Patrick Dempsey aka Derek on the cover (you know, brain surgeon from Grey's?) You know they translate "McDreamy" as "Dr. Mamour" in French? I don't like it. McDreamy is not the same thing as Dr. MLove. No, translator people. Just...no.

Well, this blog entry is getting really weird. I don't know if I'll be able to update over the break, but I'll post again for sure once we return to school!

Love you all! Bisous!

14 October 2008

Rayla's Crêpe Eating Advetures!

How any crepes can one person eat during nine months in France? Place your bets, let's find out as we trace Rayla's crepe eating adventures!

First, some terminology.

crêpe - it starts out with a really thin pancake-like thing, and then you fill it with delicious stuff like chocolate, fruit, or Nutella. It's amazing. (By the way, just for the record, it's pronounced like creh-puh [rhymes with Jonny Depp's last name] it is NOT a craype!)

galette - like a crepe, but made with buckwheat flour and no sugar, and filled with ham (jambon), cheese, eggs, and sometimes other stuff. It's a specialty of Bretagne.

nutella - an amazing spread with peanut-butterish consistency, made of hazlenuts and chocolate. Very European, very delicious. Great in crêpes.


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1) Sept. 4, GALETTE ENCOUNTER! Rayla enjoys a delicious, home-made galette complet on her first evening with her host family.

2) Sept. 10, AU CHOCOLAT. Rayla, Uchenna, Ashley, and Alex discover the amazing crêperie right off the bus line at République. Rayla eats an amazing crêpe au chocolat.

3) Sept. 12, AU CHOCOLAT. Rayla and Maggie wander around near school during a double free period until they finally discover an adorable crêperie. Yummy chocolate crêpes!

4) Sept. 14, AU NUTELLA AT ST. MALO! Rayla eats a Nutella crepe with her host family at St. Malo.

5) Sept. 17, PARTY AT THE CREPERIE! Six SYAers go down to the crêperie at République for a tasty snack. Rayla gets chocolate again.

6) Sept. 19, ST. MALO CREPES AGAIN. On the school trip to St. Malo, Katie, Maggie, Lucie, and Rayla enjoy delicious nutella crêpes with powdered sugar.

7) Sept. 19, MORE CREPES TODAY. Rayla and Katie enjoy their second Nutella crêpe of the day at the Crêperie Ste. Anne after we get back from St. Malo.

8-9) Sept. 20, CREPES FOR LUNCH. Rayla & Co. enjoy a yummy lunch of ham & cheese galettes and nutella crêpes.

10) Sept. 24, CREPE/GALETTE COMBINATIONS. Rayla splits a galette jambon/fromage with Jackson, and then splits a crêpe au chocolat and a crêpe beurre sucre three ways with Jackson and Ashley. This comes out to 1/2 + 2/3 of a crêpe, which comes out to 7/6. Which is about 1.

11) Sept. 25, THE ALWAYS-CLOSED CREPE PLACE IS OPEN!!! Katie and Rayla ditch the St. Vincennes café and end up at that creperie that is always closed, and it was actually open! Rayla enjoyed a crêpe au chocolat.

12) Sept. 26, HAPPY B-DAY CREPE! Maggie and Rayla have a double free and go to that cute creperie again. Crêpe au nutella this time!

13-14) Sept. 27, CREPES FOR LUNCH. Maggie and Rayla eat crêpes for lunch during our shopping expedition (in which I accidentally drained my bank account, oops!) Galette jambon et fromage, and several hours later, un crêpe beurre sucre.

15) Sept. 29, CREPES FOR LUNCH. Kelly and Katie and Rayla go to the crêperie that's never open and speak French the whole time. Meanwhile, I also eat a galette jambon fromage et un crêpe au chocolat.

16) Sept. 29, APRES L'ECOLE. Maggie and Rayla get crêpes after school. Au nutella.

17-18) Oct 4, AT OUR FAVORITE CREPERIE.

19-23) Oct 9, TOO MANY CREPES! AHHH!

24-25) Oct 11, Creperie Ste. Anne

26) Oct 13, Creperie Ste. Anne

27-28) Oct 17, Creperie That's Never Open

In Which Rayla Unintentionally Uncovers The Secret To Good French Bread

You've probably heard me all raving about French bread. And how good it is. And how superior it is. And how my bread eating has turned me into a bakery snob who will most likely die when she has to return to the US and eat disgusting processed, sliced bread. I shudder at the thought.

Obviously, I love French bread. But I found out something really awesome today, guys. Seriously. I was sitting in culture (CESF) and we were talking about décentralisation and people who work for l'État...and I discovered the secret. The secret behind good French bread.

Want to know the secret? Ha! You have to listen to my long winded story first! Here goes:

(Kelly commented on my "lovely discreet suspense." Yes, I know, I'm a horrible blog tease. Get over it.)

So...it's culture class, our second block of CESF for today, and we're all talking about décentralisation and how France has a school system that requires you to take tests to enter certain professions and stuff. And Lilly asks, "so what happens if you don't pass any of the concours? What do you do then?" And we're all like, wow that would suck...hmmmm. Then Pascal points out that, heuresement, not everyone works for the state. "Oooooooh!" So then we start throwing out ideas of things you could do that aren't controlled by the state. You could open a store for example!

And then I say it. "On peut ouvrir une boulangerie!" (You could open a bakery!) Of course I just assume that this conviction is totally right. After all, a bakery (boulangerie) is a type of store right? Well...Pascal definitely hesitated. Then....the secret of French bread, unintentionally, was revealed:

He said: "Mais, pour ouvrir une boulangerie et faire le pain, on dois avoir un diplôme."

And there was a moment of agreement, where we all nod our heads in agreement with why boulangerie isn't really a good example...and then a second later we're all like: WHAT?!?!

It's true, guys. In order to open a bakery in France, you must have a college diploma. Seriously. I was sitting there laughing with everyone else at how ridiculous it seems, because college-educated bread makers just seems a tad ridiculous and is without a doubt the funniest thing I've heard all week. Pascal told us that, yes, it's a little ridiculous, but hey..."No offense, but our bread really is better than your bread in the US."

Word, Pascal. Word.

In Which Rayla Learns About Castle Architecture In Art History

So I was sitting in Art History today, and it's the period before lunch so we're all dying of hunger and generally antsy, but JP (our art history teacher) was teaching castle architecture today (in preparation for our trip to the Loire Valley) and it was actually really intense and interesting. The best thing is, he puts pictures of beautiful castles up on the screen and then points out all the different military purposes of all the parts, and then says stuff like, "Oh, and we'll go and see this next week."

Seriously. It's totally intense. Like, we're learning all these terms and the evolution of the castle and characteristics, and it's all for a purpose - to take a trip and see if for real. Our trip to the Loire Valley is less than two weeks away, and it's so hard to believe that in about ten days we'll be looking at medieval castles in REAL LIFE instead of just looking at pictures on the screen. It's just so cool! I can't wait to go on the Loire Valley trip, castles are so amazing. Plus, it just makes art history seem so important to learn it and then live it. Seriously. I heard on the SYA videos how students say that they learn about stuff and then go out and see it for real, but I didn't realize how unbelievably cool that is until I actually got hear and JP started saying "look at the draw bridge over the moat...très utile! And we'll be able to see this in person next week!"

In other news, SYA France will be taking the PSAT/NMSQT tomorrow at 8:00 am! On Wednesday! Gasp! The cool thing is that all our classes have been canceled on account of the test, so afterwards everyone is free! It doesn't seem like anyone is really stressing about the test though; I'm surely not. Mr. Pratt told us (in a funny, college counselor advice type of way) that we better not blow off our homework for our real classes to practice for a practice test. It's true though. The practice test for the PSAT is kind of a funny concept. It's a practice test for a Practice SAT...a practice test.

Loire Valley! Oh my gosh! Our first school trip! Next Friday!

07 October 2008

In Which Rayla Eats Some Mysterious Rice

Today I ate rice in France. French rice. And let me tell you, it takes mysteriously like bread. In fact, I was realizing that the similarities between rice and bread are actually pretty startling. For example, they are both white and grain type things, and initially invented so that poor people wouldn’t starve (don’t have enough money for meat? Just eat rice/bread, you’ll be fine, you’re just a peasant from China/France!) Of course today, rice has nothing to do with being rich or poor. Most people just eat it because it's delicious! Especially if it's this French rice. This stuff is good/weirdly good, let me tell you.

Rice in France is apparently not that common, because this is the first time my host family has served it for dinner. I found it to taste like bread. The rice tasted of delicious bread. I think my host family must think so to, because they put butter in their rice. Yum. I find this to be very cool.

Food in France is really amazing though. I don’t think I will ever be able to eat American food again. The other day, my host family and I went to a [French] McDonalds. It’s better than the American ones (how odd!) but I found myself feeling a bit sick afterward. I used to be able to eat that good just fine! My stomach has turned soft by the deliciousness of French food! My stomach is too good for American foods, apparently, or so it thinks. My stomach is a French snob. Great. (JK...I love American foods? Oh well...I'll let you know in May. Haha.)

French bread is God’s gift to Earth (and I don’t mean that in the strictly biblical sense). Eating bread in France is kind of amazing. It’s fifty million times better than any bread we have in the US. Any attempted recreations of this amazing bread in the US is strictly a pathetic fail; US “French Bread” will never compare to actual baguettes purchased daily and fresh from the local boulangerie. In France, the crust is just so good. And the inside is so soft. And it’s just amazing. In fact… (dramatic noises)… “Le surface du pain est merveilleuse d’abord de cette impression quasi panoramique qu’elle donne…”

We had to memorize this really long, overly-descriptive passage about how amazing bread is. For literature. We had to memorize it and recite it. Yeah. It’s like an inside joke now at SYA.

ANYWAY… Speaking of French food, I would like to joyfully report that Rayla & Co. have officially adopted a “favorite café” and “favorite crêperie”! This is breaking news. We hope to visit both as often as possible so that the people who work there start recognizing us. It’s going to be great.

Our favorite café is just past the post office at République, on the side where not as many people go. It’s called Le Café Candiot (we were rather disappointed when we looked up ‘candiot’ in our French-English dictionary, all sly-like under the table totally subtle, and we found out that it doesn’t mean anything!), and it’s officially the cutest café ever. The walls are all painted yellow and orange and there are cool things on the wall and there are tall tables and short tables. And it has tables outside. And they have simply marvelous hot chocolate. They bring the chocolately syrup goodness to you in the cup, with the warm milk separate. You pour in the milk yourself and stir it and everything, and (if you’re really French) you add sugar too. It’s simply marvelous. They also have amazing, soft chocolate cake and other desserts, milkshakes that look amazing but we haven’t tried yet, tons of flavors of tea that they bring to you by the pot, little glass bottles of Nestea Pêche, 70 flavors of Diablos, and apparently really good coffee. The last time I went in there with Maggie, Katie and Kelly, the waiter who is always there recognized us and gave us a special table even though it was really crowded. It was awesome.

Our favorite crêperie is called La Crêperie La Thosté, and it’s near Sainte-Anne, right by the bus stop for Champs Jaquet. It’s near the older center of town, and the buildings near it are ridiculously cute and old looking. When we walk there, we take the street approaching the cute buildings, and we’ve had many a discussion about whether those buildings are indeed the picture they used excessively all over the brochure for SYA. “Look! Rennes is cute! All the buildings are comme ça!” Well, in reality, all the buildings are not like that, but our favorite crêperie and the restaurants next to it definitely are. The crêpes at this awesome place are simply to die for. The crêpe is nice and soft, but just a little bit flaky and sugary on the edges which make it perfect. Just the right amount of Nutella, no skimping on the Nutella to save money, people! They have galettes too, and they’re really awesome. I love galettes with ham and cheese. They make my life. The crêperie is our Saturday lunch hang out, and I love it.

A few of the other places of note:

The crêperie that’s never open is right by our school and, in fact, is actually open sometimes! We wanted to try the place for a really long time but were convinced that it was NEVER open! After much suspense, failed efforts (and finally caving and looking at the sign on the window) we discovered that the crêperie actually was open occasionally! But only 2 hours for lunch! It opens at 11:45 and closes at 2. We like this crêperie quite a bit too, and obviously it’s very convenient as a lunch option when the café at St. Vincennes is too crowded to handle.

Speaking of the café at St. Vincennes, I should probably tell you about this amazing place! Oh, how silly we were to settle for the normal cafeteria upstairs for the first few weeks! Some ingenious SYAers discovered this semi-hidden mini-café underneath the school, which actually is a part of their cafeteria offerings, and therefore on our lunch card. (Sweet! Free food!) The thing that makes it awesome is that they have the best sandwiches in the world (on baguettes), Nestea, hot chocolate, and some other stuff like paninis, pizza, etc. Not to mention the beignets. They have beignets, and it makes me happy. The very strange thing about this café place is that it’s sometimes a little interesting at lunch time. Have you heard the stereotype that French people don’t wait in lines? Well, let me tell you, IT’S TRUE. If there are too many French lycée students down in the café before SYA gets there (mostly, Thursday) it’s simply a mob-scene of people cramming in to get food and elbowing you out of the way to swipe their lunch card before you. It’s kind of funny. Usually we opt for the crêperie that’s never open on Thursdays, just to save ourselves the stress. (Though we did fight the crowd a few times. I passed it off as a cultural experience, but really, it was just kind of fun. Plus, the food’s good.)

Our second favorite or other favorite café is another place at Sainte-Anne. It’s called the Café Marina, even though their mugs say Café Kimbo (a strange phenomenon that has occurred at many many cafés, their cups don’t match!) We accidentally stumbled upon this place one day and found out that they have really good hot chocolate and inside they have a TV with music videos which is quite entertaining. We like going there when we’re in Sainte-Anne, but we all like Candiot better and it’s worth the hike (cough! BUS RIDE! One stop on the 19!) to République for our amazing Chocolat Candiot and squishy choco cake. (No, I’m not going to gain 50 pounds while I’m over here! Cough!)

Somewhere that is definitely NOT of note: the poser café at République. Beware the adorable-looking French-looking café with the velvet upholstered chairs and logo’d ashtrays. It may look like an awesome little café, it is really NOT an amazing café, and NOT French. It seems Americanized. Tourist trap! They don’t give you saucers with your hot chocolate! And they give you your drinks and the check at the same time! And they don’t give you the check in a little tray! So no, don’t go to this stupid café. It’s not really French. It just LOOKS French. I think they only make money because people unwittingly stumble in right off the bus or metro. Oh well look, dear, an adorable little café that appears to be quite quaint and charming. Let’s spend money there and enjoy a nice French experience! NOT. The poser café is kind of an inside joke of ours too. We love to mock it.

You know what I realized the other day? French people eat so much bread and crêpes and stuff, this whole country would be an epic fail at a carb diet. Wow. Not that they need it. They are all beautiful.

In Which Rayla Learns The Power of Holy Graphs, Discovers That She Has Been Pronouncing The Word "Asymptote" Wrong Forever, And Other Things

So here I am. Sitting. In the grande salle. On the internet. And I'm writing you this blog because today we had the weirdest day in math ever! Everyone kept on asking questions about graphing functions f(x)/g(x) and everyone was really confused. And people talked. But I wasn't confused, etc, I was bored and played with my calculator. It can make numbers really small before it freaks out and says AHHHHHH! USE FREAKING NORMAL SIZED NUMBERS, I HATE DECIMALS YOU STUPID MATH STUDENT!

Celia test drove my calculator on the SAT last Saturday. Apparently hers was malfunctioning due to some battery issue. Anyway, I lent (wait, is that how you spell that?) her mine and she used it. So now someone used my brand-new calculator on the SAT. Maybe it gains special SAT powers and can do math better after the first time you use it. We will see. (I don't really think it does).

Anyway, I was sitting in math. In the jardin. And it was cold. And I was thinking about why I didn't bring my coat, etc, when study Mr. Watt says "asymptote" except pronounces it correctly, unlike Ms. Crew did. He said "as-im-toe-t." Ms. Crew always used to say "as-im-toe-puh." I was convinced that he was pronouncing it wrong and was going to call him on it (being the English nerd I am), but then I looked at the word and I realized, OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN PRONOUNCING IT WRONG MY WHOLE LIFE!!! This was a major revelation and I sat there for a few minutes just taking in that fact. I mean, talk about teachers molding your future success. Ms. Crew coached me to say asymptote wrong! Had I not seen the light, I still would have been walking about saying it wrong! Think about that. Seriously!

We didn't get our quizzes back though. That was unfortunate. Though I thought it was pretty easy. Hopefully I'll ace it again. That would make my life easier.

Après math, I had English as usual, and we talked about our papers and opening papers and some "key-hole" model for papers, which Mr. Pratt emphasized is just one way to do it and we shouldn't feel restricted to write in a specific way blah, blah, blah. Except all I could think about was that that model REALLY doesn't look like a key-hole at all, it's more like two triangles and a circle. Hmmm. Interesting. I'm rambling.

Uchenna is reading this over my shoulder AGAIN. Do you remember the other time when Uchenna was reading over my shoulder? Yeah, same person. I sense a trend. Uchenna says that the trend is obviously because QUOTE "there are really like fifty Uchennas in the world" END QUOTE. Whatever Uchenna.

I got a letter from Nicole and everyone today. Thanks guys. Awesome. I may need to write back. Soon. Uchenna says I'm a bad friend, but obviously you all know that when I say I "may need to write back" it means that I WILL write back AT SOON AS I GET HOME. Go away Uchenna.

Anyway, me and Kelly are going to Café Candiot after school. It's this really cute adorable café that we absolutely love, and it's right behind République. They recognized us the last time we went in, and gave us a special table. I love their hot chocolate.

I went to a match de foot (soccer game) with my host family yesterday. Rennes totally won, 3-0. IN YOUR FACE LYON!

Signing out, au revoir et bisous!