But hello! Welcome back! Yes in fact I DO still exist! I AM still in France!
And I finally have an open afternoon with nothing planned that will allow me to sit down and catch you guys up on what's been going down in Siobhan's French Life of Happiness and Croissants in recent times. Could be here till tomorrow, and so could all you reading this so ready yourselves.
The last thing I left off with on my last post was a rather spazzy and excited paragraph about how my mom and sister were to arrive in Lille to visit me the next morning. Well that happened, and it was AWESOME. They came and spent 2.5ish days in Lille, then the three of us packed up and went to Ireland for a week and a half, and returned to France to spend one dreamy day in Paris before they went back home to Calgary and I came back home to my wee host house in Wasquehal. It was a time. Since getting back to Lille last Monday (I missed school mwahaha. And therefore missed the Monday DS exam mwahaha. I haven't had to sit through one in about 6 weeks mwahahha. Booya.) I went to a sweet concert on a school night at a place called El Diablo, I was used as a makeup model (and made to look like the living dead...) by French fashion and makeup students, and I celebrated the 18th birthday party of a friend with around 20 other Frenchies in an old mansion in the countryside. Been a busy week. I'm becoming pro at power naps.
Other cool things that have happened to me recently: I got accepted to Quest University in Squamish, BC back home, and finalized my decision to enrol there next year. I also got hired for a summer job for when I'm home! It's weird to be talking about all the things that are happening "when I'm home." For so long that meant looking a good 5 or 6 months into the future... but now home is only 2.5 months away: WHUT. Anyway it's nice to know that I have things planned for life-after-exchange, that way I can be sure to keep the ball rolling, even as I go through the returning home transition, as opposed to letting it deflate into a post exchange slump.
So rewind to the morning of Monday, March 23! Valentine and a very giddy Siobhan are in the car driving to the Lille train station on the way to pick up Deirdre and Mum. I hadn't seen them in 7 months exact to the day, and was absolutely exploding with excitement, and also nerves because we were afraid of being late. I had hoped to see them get off the train and have one of those intense emotional movie scene like reunions right when they got off the train, but it was so long and I couldn't figure out where they'd gotten off! Finally my Mom called me, and I answered at the exact moment I saw her and my sister standing at the other side of the station. That's when I proceeded to lose all awareness of anyone or anything around me and just BOOKED IT straight for where they were standing. After cutting off a crowd of students and almost decking myself on at least 3 rolling suitcases I got to them and practically jumped on top of my Mom in a giant hug. Then did the same to Deirdre. Then the three of has had one big hug together. I couldn't stop saying "Ah! You're here! Ahh! You're really here! You're in France! Ah!" It was nuts. We went outside to the car where my French mom met my real mom and sister and I stood back and watched in pure joy. It was a weird but awesome feeling to have my two worlds collide, and it wasn't the last time it would happen either!
|Moments after being reunited|
|LEFT TO RIGHT: Real Mom, French Mom. Sharing a moment in the kitchen awwwweh!|
|Edouard, Louise, Suzanne, Valentine, Deirdre|
|Dinner in Franglish|
|Real mom and sister meet French mom 2. And also get the tour of the lovely house and garden where I lived for 4.5 months!|
|Mum and D in front of La Mairie de Roubaix. That giant cool looking building in the background has been on this blog before!|
We grabbed lunch in a cafe and spent the afternoon wandering and shopping here and there in Roubaix. It wasn't the most exciting of afternoons mainly because I wouldn't spend a lot of my free time in Roubaix, and just wasn't sure what to show them! But it was still cool. Since my school's right in the centre, it was easy to go wait at the gates at the end of the day for my friends so they could meet my mom and sis too. My school friends were all so looking forward to meeting them, and vice versa. *Cue the funny feeling of having your two worlds colliding again* It was pretty cute, and maybe a little awkward, but I introduced a bunch of my friends to my Mom and sis. After chatting a few minutes I said we'd get going; my friends had this big project to present the next day and I knew a lot of them would want to be getting home to work on it. We quickly ran into the school too just so I could show them a bit of what it looks like from the inside, but classes were in session, and I wasn't sure if I needed permission, and I'm not the biggest fan of my school in the first place so we basically did a walk-in-walk-out-again tour. Kind of lame but oh well. That night we had dinner at the Brodins, my third host family, and Yann, Marie Jo, Theophane and Rika all came too!
|CW starting at the left: Thibaut (host dad 3), Yann (host dad 1), Marie Jo (host mom 1), me, Alix (host sis 3), Deirdre, Mum, Rika, and Severine (host mom 3). Theophane was on photographer duty.|
Dinner was fun and once again a cool venture into the world of Franglish speaking, as well as more of me doing constant double takes as I watched my host families in conversation with my real family. So weird!
One thing that was kind of funny was when Deirdre and Mum would first meet people. I kept forgetting to remind them about the French bisous, where you kiss someone on both cheeks when you first meet them and/or see them. Props to me for being a terrible guide... I only ever remembered to warn them when their attempted handshakes were crushed by the fast approaching kisskiss. It's something I've grown so used to that I don't even think twice about it, but it was funny listening to them talk about how weird it felt to kiss people you've never met etc etc, which is totally how I would have felt before coming too, and how all of my friends back home would feel too. But here it's as normal jam on toast.
The next day was Lille day! I walked around showing them my favourite streets and places, we grabbed a lovely lunch, and in the afternoon they got to meet some of my exchange friends! That was one of the highlights of their time in France for me. There were a lot of us in the cafe where we all met up, and I was sort of worried that my Mom and sis would get lost in the crazy hubbub of people, but when I looked over I saw that my friends had sat down and made the effort to engage them in conversation and it kind of choked me up. It meant a lot to see the cool guy Peruvian, Canadian and American (3 of my best friends here) sit next to my mom and make an effort to chat. I love my friends.
|I told Deirdre she had to go for the streetside crepe and nutella. That practically sums up my exchange right there.|
|Barry girls killin' it|
|Nutella milkshakes?! UH YES PLZ. It's funny because Louise saw my photos and asked if all we did was eat all day.... well yeah BASICALLY. I had to present in one day what I've been fattening up on for 7 months....|
That night Deirdre, Mum and I cooked dinner for the host fam: Tex-Mex-Canadian style. We made fajitas.... because they're delicious and French people don't really eat them. Also aside from poutine or pancakes with maple syrup (already done) we didn't have much choice other than going foreign in regards to a Canadian dish. We spent a lovely evening chatting with the family, and eventually with just Valentine and Mathieu as the kids went to bed. This host family is pretty special and I've grown close to them. They feel like the French version of my own family, and it meant a lot to me that they could spend time with my Mom and sis, and that my Mom and sis could see how awesome they are. The next morning we left for Ireland, and Valentine and Mum had misty eyes after they gave each other a parting hug. I even had misty eyes and I wasn't even part of the hug...
And so begins part 2 of the Barry Girl Vacation: Ireland!
We arrived in Dublin and stayed the night before driving our rented car up to Culdaff, which is just outside of Carndonagh, the town where my mom grew up in Donegal. She used to spend her summers in Culdaff at this small seaside hotel that her whole family would rent out. It's sooo beautiful, and means a lot to my mom because of all the amazing memories of the place she has, so it felt cool to be there with her. My sister would have visited it more than I did, when she was just a wee one with my brother Jim, before the rest of us were born. So she too holds a special place in her heart for Culdaff and Ireland in general. We stayed with my cool uncle Paul again. There were lots of family reunions, dinners, teas, lunches, walks, runs, and eatings of chocolate. It's a family thing I guess. It's always nice to reunite with the aunts, uncles and cousins we don't get to normally see!
(sorry in advance the order is so wonky!)
|the Peace Bridge in Derry view 1|
|The Peace Bridge in Derry view 2|
|Mum in her prime on a beach in Culdaff|
|Uncle Jim! Tour guide supreme!|
|Derry: SUCH a cool city with an insane history|
|Deirdre in her prime on a beach in Culdaff|
|Barry girls in Ireland (that's Glasheedy in the upper right background!)|
|We had a chance encounter with Maria who was Mom's best friend from childhood while were out walking Malin Head!|
|Walking Malin head with cousins and aunts and uncles :)|
|cousin Paul and uncle Paul|
|Maria came over for lunch one day and we sat at the table listening to her stories for approximately 5 hours, and often laughing till our stomachs hurt. I could listen to this woman talk for ages and not get bored. She's awesome.|
|we love Culdaff!!|
|"Maeve's Rock" : the same rock an 8 year old mom used to sit on for hours on summer days at the beach|
|Mom you rule|
|And that ladies and gentlemen is Culdaff Beach|
|Caratra! This is the building my mom's parents used to rent out for their family to occupy during the summer.|
After a good time in Culdaff, the three of us took the car and our baggage and hit the road... with really not much of an idea where exactly we wanted to be going but excited for our mini road trip all the same. There was lots of driving, and green, and farm animals, and gas station pee/coffee breaks, but we saw some sweet stuff! For example the first day we went to Slieve League (click on the words and see what it looks like in nice weather). The weather was very Irish and crazy and windy and blowy and rainy. We were walking this slippery narrow pathway up these cliffs in strong winds.. it was insane but SO FUN. And the view was absolutely incredible, I took some photos on my phone but the weather got in the way of the actual view and doesn't do it any justice. It was easily one of the coolest places I've ever been in my life.
We hadn't any plans for where we were stopping, and didn't even know where we would stay the night, but Deirdre's excellent navigation and research combined with Mum's driving got us to a pretty sweet hotel in Rosses Point, County Sligo. I'll mention that without the soothing soundtrack that was my snoring coming from the back seat, we really probably couldn't have made it anywhere. Fish and chips at the Rosses Point hotel was a must, and made for the perfect end to a great day.
The next morning Mum woke up early and after looking outside, dragged Deirdre and I out of bed to go for a run. I'd say both of us were ready to sleep.. but were SO glad we got out by the time we were outside. It was gorgeous weather, and we had a really fun run along the beach trails and ocean before going back to the hotel for breakfast.
|Deirdre helped me to climb onto an anchor. Woaah. Rebelllll.|
|Spot the Barrys|
Then we went to Boyle! And we visited an old abbey and then a beautiful park!!
|scones. always. always scones.|
|so there we are casually browsing among the cute children's bracelets with names on them in the tourist shop and we come across... SEXY. Sorry what... Safe to say we giggled far too long for our maturity levels.|
After that day's adventures it was back to Dublin to stay with Auntie Nuala two nights before flying back to France. We had one full day in Dublin in which we half shopped/half explored, and ate Tapas. And at night we went out for dinner with 10 of the women who were in Mom's class in her all girls boarding school from when she was 11 until 17. It was such an experience to get to hear from all these women who knew my mom when she was growing up, and who were there growing up alongside her. There were endless chats and laughing, they were some of the liveliest women I've ever met. I loved watching Mom get into it too, she's got friends in Canada obviously, but it was clear just watching her with her friends how much their shared experiences had created an eternal connection among them. It ended the Ireland trip on a great note.
The next morning we drove to the airport, and after almost missing the flight (hehe) got onboard to head for Paris. Rosarii, Mom's best friend from university, lives on her own in an apartment in Paris and was there to pick us up at the airport. We'd stay with her for our last two nights together before Mom and D were Canada bound. Rosarii lives in a BEAUTIFUL little apartment on this classic street in Paris, with la boulangerie just across the street, and an insanely adorable and lively market a 5 minutes walk away. We arrived at the apartment, and after spending some time freaking out about how cool it was, the 4 of us went to the market to buy dinner. Mom and Rosarii went back to the apartment to cook, and Deirdre and I explored a bit more before heading back too.
The next day, our final day hanging out before Mum and Deirdre went back, and our one day to explore Paris, we bought passes for the Velib Paris bikes and Rosarii gave us an almost complete tour in one day. With lunch at a cool Parisienne restaurant looking out onto the street, and dinner at a Creperie. Life is awesome.
|7am and you're in Paris what do you do: GO BUY YOUR BAGUETTE|
|Croissant: so damn good|
Saying bye to Mom and Deirdre Monday morning was a little sad for sure. WAY easier than the first time around but we still all had misty eyes during the goodbye hugs. But I'll see them again in 2.5 months so not to worry! It was so fun getting to see them, and gave me a taste for what going home might be like which is probably good. I look forward to seeing them again, and this time I'll be feeling like the foreigner! Ahh!!
Stay tuned for April Adventures part 2 where I talk about my life since they left! I would keep going with this post... but we don't want any cases of Carpel Tunnel with all the scrolling you poor unfortunate readers are having to do.
I'LL BE BACK! BISOUS!