Archive for March, 2010

Mes amis.

“And all that I’ve seen means nothing to me, without you.”


I realised there was no real post in my blog dedicated to the great people that have made and are still making my year abroad what it is and has been, so here it is!!! Thank you girls, I’ve loved every minute!


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A selection of photos I took on a beautifully sunny day in Carcassonne (17-3-2010)

There are loads more here.

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We all know the old saying, ‘time flies when you’re having fun’, and it’s true. It does. I’m having fun and time is flying – it’s such an unfair concept!

Each time I stop to think about the near future I feel very shocked. I have  7 weeks left of teaching here in Carcassonne, 2 of those weeks are holidays that I will spend visiting friends in Hull before they graduate (!!!). Mental. It doesn’t seem two minutes ago that I was moving into the foyer, fretting over lesson plans and organising my new French life. Now it’s nearly the end. Of course after my 7 weeks left of teaching I will stay in Carcassonne for a few more weeks but I intend to be home for the start of June. My 21st (another sign that time is flying) and the End of Year Ball… my 3rd End of Year Ball. Only one more left after that and then I’ll be graduating too. Scary!

What will I do with my life when I’m not a student anymore. If I was made of money I’d continue being a student for the rest of eternity. Sadly I’m not and one day I’m going to find a job, a house, a husband and children. I mean have children, not find them. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go nab a few from the town centre. It scares me to think that soon my whole life will actually go into a new phase (stealing that word from Mia’s latest blog as it is the best way to explain it) however, as much as it scares me I am so excited for it. Bring on the future!

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It’s the first day of March 2010 and the first day back at school after the winter holidays. Guess what? Je n’ai pas envie. I can’t be bothered.

I spent the last weekend of February visiting a friend in Lyon. It was not without it’s nightmares. I had to pay double (€210) to get there because the lovely lady at the bank (she was lovely, that’s not sarcasm!) who reissued me a new bank card cut up my original one… before I’d managed to get my tickets out of the machine at the station. The SNCF lady  told me the only way I could get my tickets was to pay again, but she gave me a reimbursement form and I filled it out so hopefully I’ll get some money back. If not I guess it is just a lesson learned!

Anyway, Lyon is a nice city, full of amazing culture. I even loved the graffiti!

We made crêpes with friends of my friend and we went to a club. the worst club ever. €12 to get in and €2 to leave each you coat and bag… which you had to do because they didn’t allow people to take bags in. I don’t think they know how hard it is to dance and enjoy yourself when you have money in your bra, a mobile phone in your boots and nowhere to put your cardi when you get too sweaty!!! We saw an awesome band consisting of a huge double bass, guitar, drum, banjo and harmonica/saxophone just on the street next to the river. I wish there were more street artists about. We visited Belle-coeur and I went on the metro a lot of times although I am still not a fan of the concept of trams being underground. We went up fourvière hill to see the stunning cathedral the view of Lyon…

Breathtaking isn’t it? (I’m rubbish at remembering to take photographs, so I only have these two and one of the great graffiti)

On the way home my first train Lyon Part-Dieu to Narbonne was delayed for an hour and a half as a result of the wind the previous night. I was okay with that, ça va, I can wait that long. I got to Narbonne, eventually, for my connecting train to Carcassonne and asked the woman at information which train I should get as my original connecting train was hours ago (as a result of the previous delay). The lady informed me that my next train would be the 19h58 direction Bordeaux…… which was en retard (late) by an hour and a half and as she informed me, elle ne rigole pas. She wasn’t joking. So I finally got home at almost 11pm despite my estimated arrival being 7pm. So all in all it was an eventful weekend.

Now it’s back to reality and even though I was given this morning off by one of my schools I still have to get myself motivated to get to my afternoon school.

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