For one, I think being in France is changing me little by little. Every morning I wake up and start my day with a nice breakfast tea. I have never done this in the States, nor have I desired to. But here, it's like a part of my daily regimen. I take my tea with milk and honey and I sip it in front of the TV while I watch The Simpsons.
Which brings me to my next observation: I watch the Simpsons. Call me crazy or late or whatever you want but I have never seen an episode of the Simpons before... until now. I guess in the 90's I was just blissfully unaware of the popularity of the Simpsons
. I didn't get it, or I really didn't care. But now, I watch Les Simpsons
every single day. It's in French, of course, but now I'm wondering how I could have been so blind as a child. The Simpsons is a hilarious series! I'm probably watching really old episodes but I love love love em. All those wasted years...
I am getting FAT. It's funny because I was pretty sure I was being starved (and I am), but I think it's because of how much I eat and how often. I am constantly hungry so I constantly want to eat. What's more, I'm not dancing anymore so I'm not burning as many calories as I was at home. So, I have resolved to go on a diet... which will be difficult if not impossible with all of the yummy food that this country offers.
Now for the really funny part...
Yesterday I went to McDonald's.
I have never been to a French McDonald's so I had no idea what to expect, really. I thought the French hated all things American (minus our pop culture, anyway) and that fast food would not meet their gastronomical standards
. Well needless to say, I was wrong. After finding the McDonald's I walked toward the entrance where I saw a breathtaking sight: An obese FRENCH woman eating a burger and fries. I was so flustered that I just could not look away. Here it was, the iconic image of the obese McDonald's munching American... in France. I almost pulled out a camera to document the image but I didn't want to be a creepy jerk. I chuckled silently and went inside where I was even more surprised to see tons of people eating lunch and in line. I mean, wow. The French LOVE McDonald's. And with good reason too... I got in line and ordered Le M,
a yummy looking burger with regional bread and cheese. I took the first bite into my sandwich and suddenly everything made sense. French McDonald's is far superior to American McDonald's. The taste is marvelous! The bread itself is probably what makes the whole sandwich. And pomme-frites sauce? Much more delicious than ketchup. I looked at the lunch crowd around me enjoying their lunches and I was at peace. I think I have even developed a newfound respect for McDonald's... here, anyway. I still detest McDonald's in the States.
Next observation? All of the shops in Pont l'Abbé are closed from 12:30pm till 2pm. I found this out around 1:13pm walking around aimlessly wondering why EVERY shop was closed... until I read their hours of operation. I had come to pick up some books I'd ordered the week before, but with everything closed I thought about just going home
. But oh no, Angela the explorer decided to stay and walk around. I found a harbour with boats so close I could easily jump down into them and walk around. My better judgement told me I shouldn't, because I probably wouldn't know how to get back up. So I kept walking and discovered a cathedral. I ventured closer for some pictures when a guy walked past me and threw me a dirty look as he went into a gate next to the cathedral. I wondered what I had done wrong when I saw a sign next to the church indicating that there was an elementary school next door. I understood. I must have seemed like a real creeper walking around the school taking pictures and stuff so I left, and walked around to the other side. I found the entrance and peeked inside, not sure if it was a church open to tourists. Not a single soul was inside, so I wandered in. The inside was quiet and beautiful. I took my pictures and left after about 15 minutes. When i returned to the marketplace around 2pm, everything was open again so I picked up my order from the bookstore and stopped in a few shops to pick up some souvenirs. There ends my Pont l'Abbé trip.
Finally, last night we all watched the Nouvelle Star
finale (French American idol). The competition was between Luce, a chubby redhead with a strong voice, and François, a ruggedly handsome rocker who I was sure would be the winner. What's that? You're going to assume I was wrong again? Well yeah, I was wrong. Luce was declared the winner. Unfortunately for her, she will never become an international sensation nor will she be heard of in the States. Oh well, c'est la vie.
Alors c'est tout for now. I have to go make a healthy lunch. Enjoy a steak for me my friends.
Hello tout le monde! I'm back with more adventures, well, observations to share that may be of particular interest. Or maybe not, but i'm sharing them anyway.