Paris: Short-ish Stories: Part 7

Trip Start Sep 13, 2012
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Trip End Dec 21, 2013


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Breakfast in America

Flag of France  , Île-de-France,
Monday, November 12, 2012

1) 11-7-12: Things I miss about the States: 
- Convenient stores
- Sidewalks without homeless people on them
- American clothing and shoe sizes/ American prices
- American tampons
- American computer keyboards
- Trees, and lots of them
- Sealed windows/thick curtains
- Rugs (carpeting)
- Shower heads with nozzles attached to the wall
- Nouns without gender articles in front of them, (I like my nouns naked), 
- Stores opened on Sunday
- Food covered in the refrigerator, (the french like their leftovers the way i like my nouns, naked).   
 
2) 11-7-12: On the way to my Cours Practique class today, I heard what sounded like WWII bomb sirens going off throughout the city. When i got to class, they were still going off. My professor explained that it was a test of the siren system for emergencies: Alarm, les siren sonnet (the alarm sirens ringing). Apparently, it is done at noon on the first Wednesday of every month. It was kind of scary, because we don't really have alarm sirens in the States. Maybe in the mid-west where they have tornado sirens, but that's about it. I guess we don't really need a wide spread alarm system because there is nothing to be alarmed about...except when there is.  

3) 11-9-12: Last friday, some of the girls from my program and I went out to lunch after glass at an, apparently, famous American diner called Breakfast in America. If I had known about this place before now, I would have gone there for lunch everyday. Not only are there American flags everywhere, but the waiters are all American and speak perfect English, the menu is in English, and they have MTV playing on the TV with American music videos, (mostly Pink), on repeat. The menu is all American foods: Hotdogs, Hamburgers, cheese fries, nachos and cheese, chicken Caesar salads, pancakes, omelettes, and, the very best part, MILKSHAKES. When you ask for a milkshake from a French restaurant, you get milk, in a cup, shaken. They obviously don't understand the fact that you need to put ice cream in there to make it a milkshake, not just shaken milk. Hannah, Natalie, Afsy, Gigi, and I all ordered shakes. The shakes all were named for something American; the most recent and popular being the Obama Milkshake, (there was also an Obama burger). I would have ordered the Obama milkshake, but it is a peanut butter shake, and i'm not a fan of peanut butter. The food was amazing, as expected. When we ordered, we were so used to doing it in French, that that is what came out first. Our waitress, who happened to be a friend of Hannah, was like, "You know, we speak English here; you can order in English if you want." Oh yeah, we forgot we could speak that language in public.   
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