First thing that comes to mind today: In france the rules of the road are the opposite of those in America. Back home it's the job of the pedestrian to avoid the big fire pooping monster car and god help you if you don't because it totally isn't the driver's fault because even though he has brakes and an armored shell and he could walk or bike he chooses to destroy the planet he obviously loses all humanity the moment he vanishes behind a windshield he becomes a murderbot. In france, you can basically just walk where you want and the car had better avoid you. One doesn't even have to walk on the right side of the road. There are no real rules, you just glare at people who get in your way. Or dodge them with a mumbled pardon or excusez moi.
For some reason My mind is giving the day back to me in reverse order but whatever. We went in to a fancy store today, one of those with electronic music in the backround, and it was pretty cool until i saw a pair of boots that I was interested in and checked the pricetag. 250 euro. 250. For the Americans that is about $330. For one pair of boots. Or if you want a jacket for 450 euro or $600. Needless to say I panicked a bit but Louis quickly assured me this was a pricy store and it isn't awful. Because I wanna shop dawg. I worked and worked and made oddles of $$$ for buying the fancies in France.
We also hit up a fancy fancy beach town across the bay from St Malo, our homebase for the moment. The beaches and tides here are ridiculous. the beaches in America are pretty steep once you get into the water; you can only stand for a few yards. Here, I never found a place where I couldn't stand. And the beach...it's gotta be half a mile wide at low tide, and then at high tide the water has covered up the beach and is smashing against the bulkhead. According to my pop's little guidebook, St malo has the greatest difference in tides in Europe.
We also had drinks in a bar that was basically wallpapered in retro dolls. All over the ceiling and walls and floor and shelves. The bar proper instead of stools had swings. It rocked. I fell asleep though. And then they laughed and took pictures of me. I was tired because in the morning we rented three sets of windsurf gear and a surfboard and I tried to windsurf but basically paid to fall on my face continually and ram salty water up my nose, so I srufed instead. But a good time was had by all. oooooh what else happened...
I'm slowly learning that in Europe you don't just talk to people. Being raised in the south I'm used to being able to strike up a conversation with anyone who isn't really rude...but here, if one comments on the cuteness of a dog or the temperature of a pool or something you get ignored. HARD. It's like being punched with a fist made of ignorium. BOOM pchew pchew. It's very awkward.
I got to sleep at about two last night and got up at eight. During the school year that would be normal, but I've become accustomed to 12 or 14 hours a night. Which is stupid I know.
We're going to see Mont St Michel tomorrow (bonus points for those of you in Madame Huet's french classes. NORMANDIEEEEEEEEE)> it's about an hour's drive, so I'm goint to birng mes truc for photo uploading and drop a buncha photo bass on you all. Photodump wup wup wup wup wwagga wup wup....I'm getting loopy. My writing has been awful. I need to do this when I'm not tired for once. But i'm just so busyyyyyyy. I'm sorry everyone. Mom gave me drugs and I'm tired now sooo. Yay benadryl.
Au revoir-Tom. He of the sleepy constitution. and the sore feet
For some reason My mind is giving the day back to me in reverse order but whatever. We went in to a fancy store today, one of those with electronic music in the backround, and it was pretty cool until i saw a pair of boots that I was interested in and checked the pricetag. 250 euro. 250. For the Americans that is about $330. For one pair of boots. Or if you want a jacket for 450 euro or $600. Needless to say I panicked a bit but Louis quickly assured me this was a pricy store and it isn't awful. Because I wanna shop dawg. I worked and worked and made oddles of $$$ for buying the fancies in France.
We also hit up a fancy fancy beach town across the bay from St Malo, our homebase for the moment. The beaches and tides here are ridiculous. the beaches in America are pretty steep once you get into the water; you can only stand for a few yards. Here, I never found a place where I couldn't stand. And the beach...it's gotta be half a mile wide at low tide, and then at high tide the water has covered up the beach and is smashing against the bulkhead. According to my pop's little guidebook, St malo has the greatest difference in tides in Europe.
We also had drinks in a bar that was basically wallpapered in retro dolls. All over the ceiling and walls and floor and shelves. The bar proper instead of stools had swings. It rocked. I fell asleep though. And then they laughed and took pictures of me. I was tired because in the morning we rented three sets of windsurf gear and a surfboard and I tried to windsurf but basically paid to fall on my face continually and ram salty water up my nose, so I srufed instead. But a good time was had by all. oooooh what else happened...
I'm slowly learning that in Europe you don't just talk to people. Being raised in the south I'm used to being able to strike up a conversation with anyone who isn't really rude...but here, if one comments on the cuteness of a dog or the temperature of a pool or something you get ignored. HARD. It's like being punched with a fist made of ignorium. BOOM pchew pchew. It's very awkward.
I got to sleep at about two last night and got up at eight. During the school year that would be normal, but I've become accustomed to 12 or 14 hours a night. Which is stupid I know.
We're going to see Mont St Michel tomorrow (bonus points for those of you in Madame Huet's french classes. NORMANDIEEEEEEEEE)> it's about an hour's drive, so I'm goint to birng mes truc for photo uploading and drop a buncha photo bass on you all. Photodump wup wup wup wup wwagga wup wup....I'm getting loopy. My writing has been awful. I need to do this when I'm not tired for once. But i'm just so busyyyyyyy. I'm sorry everyone. Mom gave me drugs and I'm tired now sooo. Yay benadryl.
Au revoir-Tom. He of the sleepy constitution. and the sore feet
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