The Fresh Princess of Bel-Air

Trip Start May 17, 2010
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Trip End Jul 17, 2010


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Flag of France  , Brittany,
Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I kind of feel like a loser for writing a blog every two days or so... but how else can I keep up with my adventures if I don't write them down frequently?

Tréméoc is such a sleepy cute little quartier... but there's not much to do admittedly. Tomorrow I think I'll go exploring for a bit with the car. Nowhere serious, just down a few little roads or so; that much, I can do. I could walk, but why walk when you can make a hilarious attempt to drive a stick shift?

Anyway, yesterday was... bearable. I spent the earlier portion of my day mastering the usage of the french toaster oven where I succeeded in NOT burning my croissants. I also got a bit of reading done. I've forgotten exactly how much I love to read. I used to read all the time in high school, but I guess going into university has robbed a lot of my free time. When I'm not in class, I'm usually napping or goofing off with my roommate, but still, not reading. My boyfriend recommended a book called The Bretheren by John Grisham and it's really entertaining so I'll probably finish it today. I'd highly recommend for anyone who wants some captivating leisure reading.

Once Cyril and Angélique came home, they asked if I would like to go to a "parc d'amusement" as they called it. As usual, I gave them a "oui" and hopped in the car with Liam as my seat mate. A few minutes into the voyage and a wave of nausea rolled over me. My head was swimming. My stomach churned in angry protest. I felt the first crawling pains of a headache emerge and I soon felt the need to vomit. 

This was my first bout with motion sickness.

I've never felt this way before... Actually, that's a lie. The last time I felt that way was on a rickety old wooden roller coaster in Myrtle Beach. It jerked and twisted in gut-wrenching directions and about 30 seconds into the ride, I seriously wanted to jump off. Well, that's pretty much exactly how I'd have to describe Cyril's driving. I said he was a maniac driver and I wasn't exaggerating. Or maybe all the French drive as crazily as he does. Either way, it was making me sick and I was trying my best not to throw up in the car. My ears were popping like I was on an airplane and looking anywhere outside of the window made me feel all the more queasy. The crazy thing is that I love roller coasters and can ride The Hulk or Dueling Dragons five times before I feel even slightly nauseous. 

We eventually arrived to the park to my great relief and I staggered out of the car in joy. We were in a town called Landudec and it was just as beautiful as every other town in Bretagne. I sized up this "amusement park" before we even got to the gate. Where were the roller coasters? The water rides? The normal rides? The attractions? They were all non-existant. I peered up at the entrance sign: Bel-Air Parc d'Attraction. A smiling green frog dressed in royal robes and regalia complete with crown stared back at me. I had a feeling this would not be nearly as fun as I had anticipated. And with the sun beaming down that day, it was far far too hot. We entered the park at 6,50 euros a pop and I saw that the "parc d'amusement" was literally a park for amusement, and not an amusement park. There were no "rides" per se, but there were outdoor type kiddie things to play on or with. There was also a pool with a slide, but it was reserved for the older children. There were trampolines, swings, moon bounces, bouncy things, a ball pit and other related things. Best of all, there was a beautiful lake and the bathrooms were free. We met up with another family and accompanied the children on various "rides". As much as I tried, I could not not have fun or even bring myself to being amused. It was just too hot. Too many screaming children. Still reeling from motion sickness, I couldn't bring myself to play on anything. I just watched, snapped photos, and prayed we would leave. Unfortunately, we stayed for a few hours and I suffered in silence as to not ruin the fun for the kiddies. Perhaps when I have my own kids, I'll have the patience for kiddie parks, but for now I loathe them.

As to not bore you, I'll skip the equally sickening ride home.

Upon returning home, I plopped down in my bed to cool off and let my head stop spinning. But that was short-lived. Cyril yelled from down the hallway asking if I wanted to go driving. I gave him a tired "oui" but nonetheless hopped out of bed and got into the tinier of the two cars. I tried to remember everything I had learned from two days prior but I ended up stalling upon starting. I didn't let that deter me, after another go, I was off. At this point, I can transition smoothly from gear to gear, but I still don't dare drive in 5th. Driving fast in a stick shift scares me to death. Partially because I feel like I'm driving too fast, and partially because I feel like I'll forget how to stop or something. Slowly I'm getting over this fear and becoming more comfortable with driving the manual car. By the end of the week, I'm sure I'll be ready.

After driving, the rest of the evening passed quickly. "Dinner" was so-so, and after I worked on English with Cyril and Angélique. They really aren't too bad either, but pronunciation will be quite the challenge for them. 

Ok I think that's about enough writing for the moment. Looking at the screen is making me tired and my day has pretty much just begun.

I hope everyone is doing well!

A bientôt
 
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Al'Quawn on

Hilarious

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