We have finally reached December, which means one thing. It's very nearly time to go home! I am so excited. My week has been quite a nice one, but I'm not feeling as Christmassy as I would if I was at home.
I feel like France is lacking Christmas spirit in general. I think this is only because I'm living in a small town...maybe, but no houses have decorations, there's no Christmas music, no mince pies . I don't even like mince pies but it's all part of Christmas isn't it?!
Anyway, the week started off as per usual, I turned up to school with plenty of time, sat in the staff room for a while to then find out that my lesson was cancelled again! This meant that I had a couple of hours spare, so on my way back home I picked up my 'going home' train tickets from the station. Again, in the afternoon one of my lessons was cancelled, but this time the teacher come to the staff room with me for a hot chocolate and a natter.
After school I met the Spanish assistant who I live with and we decided to go for a drink and then to the cinema to see the Hunger Games. I really enjoyed the film, although I still haven't got round to reading the books, so I couldn't tell you how true they are to their paper counterpart. For the first time, I think I understood a lot of what was going on, and I was so proud of myself! (The film was in French by the way!) I haven't noticed much of a difference in my French so far, but maybe I am improving in some aspects after all.
Wednesday was lovely. One of my teachers asked me to go for crepes after our class. Firstly, the crepes were delicious, quite possibly the best in town, and secondly it was lovely to get to know her a bit better. It's nice for the teachers you work with to become friends as well as colleagues, and she insisted on us talking in French, which was great for me.
Thursday and Friday rolled into one, with nothing particularly special happening, but both were good days. I have a new class on a Friday, and some of the students are so enthusiastic, which makes a refreshing change. On Saturday I visited Rennes, which I will talk about in another post, and it was lovely.
Then on Saturday evening, I was invited around by Jacqueline for an evening meal. She came to pick me and my flatmate up and within 5 minutes we were at her house. I happened to be wearing a dress and thick wooly tights. I leisurely took my coat off, hung it up, dawdled across the room with all the time in the world, in front of the whole family may I add, to realise that I had fashionably ended up tucking my dress into my wonderful grey wooly tights. Nice one, Jess! How embarrassing?! Anyway, we had a lovely meal and I really enjoyed my time with them, and being able to attempt to chat in French de temps en temps. They are such a lovely family and I have been so lucky to have them supporting me while I was settling in to my French life.
Finally, Sunday was a washout. I'd finished my next assignment for university this week, even though it isn't due until the 11th I wanted it out of the way, so yesterday I had no go in me. It was nice to not have to worry about anything though! The only trouble is, I don't like having lazy days because I feel like time goes quickly enough as it is, without me wasting days by doing nothing. I did, however, manage a workout. Again, I will explain my new found "love" (for want of a better word) for working out and running. So by the end of the first week of December, it is the 7th, which means 10 DAYS UNTIL I GO HOME!!!!! I'm so excited that I could burst.
That's all for now folks!
A bientôt
Jess
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