As you can probably guess I have once again thoroughly enjoyed the time that has passed between this blog post and the last one, I celebrated 3 months of being on exchange with some ridiculously awesome foreigners like myself, I got to see one of my favourite bands perform live in Lille, and I got to visit the capital of Belgium with an awesome Mexican and my wicked host family.
Also, as if I haven't said it enough already, Christmas at Lille is BEYOND beautiful and exciting, and I'm pretty sure I'm driving all my French family and friends nuts with my constant jabbering about it (in fact a friend specifically brought me a pair of men's boxers to show me today in a clothing store for the sole reason that they were Christmas-y... I loved them obviously.)
Well anyway this post will be mostly about my last awesome weekend which I haven't had time to write about yet this week on top of all the busy tasks involved in university applications (bahh stress!) and trying to keep up with French school and basically life in general.
Saturday, after I had lunch with Yann and Theophane at the house, I went into Lille to meet up with my friends Liz, Veronica, Ian, Kathi and Elise. Elise is this really cool girl from Estonia and Kathi's from Austria. They aren't doing a Rotary exchange but are in Veronica's class at school and have therefore been pretty much adopted into our little Rotary student fam. Any foreigner in Lille is our friend pretty much, and I keep getting blown away by how many there are! We went and got food at our favourite galette place together (we are pretty much becoming regulars which is so fun and makes me feel cool yay) and then we went to the concert of the fabulous band Phoenix who I listened to even before exchange. I would love to post photos of the concert except that every single one I took looks like every other "I took this from a mosh pit" photo in existence and therefore is trop moche for my blog.
|Liz, Elise, and Veronica before concert time|
|3 MONTHS. WE DID IT.|
|I found this funny; the grocery store was selling red solo cups (something which any Canadian high schooler will know very well) and advertising them as something "seen in all cult tv shows and movies" "DISH WASHER SAFE AND REUSABLE" lol, if only they knew the song...|
|La Grand Place de Lille!! Right in front of the huge Christmas ferris wheel... and yes the photo theme of the night was "hold up 3 fingers because it's been 3 months".........and yes that was my idea|
|Us with Ana and her friends|
|Ready for some ferris wheelin'|
|View of Lille's giant Christmas tree from the top of the wheel|
|SO HAPPY BECAUSE I'M WITH MY FRIENDS AND I'M ON A GIANT FERRIS WHEEL IN THE MIDDLE OF A BEAUTIFUL FRENCH CITY AND IT'S ALMOST DECEMBER THEREFORE ALMOST CHRISTMAS.|
Sunday Liz and I woke up early to make it back to my house in the early morning because Yann was taking us to Brussels! It's only an hour from Lille, and since we got there in the morning we made it in time to go to the flea market *cue my happy dance.* The flea market was sooooo cool, it reminded me of La Braderie that I went to when I first arrived in August, only I was a little more aware of what was going on and less in a state of shock and culture absorption. I'm a pro now pretty much mwahaha. Liz and I spent so much time wandering around and browsing. Since some stalls basically consisted of a pile of stuff you could pass a good 10 minutes just standing in one spot trying to pass your eyes over every little trinket and spot a diamond in the rough. There were quite a few things that caught my eye, but my diamond appeared in the shape of a most beautiful leather backpack with colorful patterned threading that hung in it's stall calling my name. I was almost positive my skinny wallet didn't contain enough for me to buy the beauty, but I asked the vendor how much it was anyway.
***Commence story in which I bargained for the first time in my life and won, doing it all in ANOTHER LANGUAGE***
Not even going to hesitate to pat myself on the back for that one. So the guy takes this bag down from the rack and tells me it's 40euro. He must've seen the hope in my face disappear because he immediately said "Okay 35euro" without me even replying in the first place. Fair enough but still too expensive. The longer I stood there holding it and looking sceptical, the more he seemed to panic because he then said "30euro." (Part of me wondered if I stood there long enough if he'd just bring the price down all by himself and not need me to do anything with the rate things were going.) He seemed like he'd decided on 30, so I confidently offered 20 to which he replied with a straight up "No." Well fine. I swallowed my disappointment and left the bag because it's my way or the highway French vendor man. That was my attitude for approximately another 10minutes after which I realized I reeeeeeeally wanted this bag, and I needed to get it. So I took 20euro from my wallet and waltzed back on over and mustered up as much confidence as I could and looked at him and said "20euro." He replied with a "25 or nothing," I put my money in his face and said "I have 20 right here but it's all I have," that stubborn son of a gun kept saying no... until finally I just said "PLEEEEEEEEASE it's all I have and I would love this bag!!!!!!" (sneaky me actually had more money but I lied) AND HE GAVE IT TO ME YAY!! Mission accomplished. Mission accomplished kind of lamely but mission accomplished all the same. Booya.
|fruit of my labour|
|WE IN BELGIUM!!|
|My host family is cooler than your host family|
|look mawm I'm in Brussels|
|"It's gonna make me gain exchange weight!"|
|"I DON'T CARE"|
|It could have been worse guys...|
|How you could work here and not weight 500 pounds is a mystery|
|My favourite Mexican|
|Little pissing man!|
|thumbs up for the Mannekin Pis|
Life is good.