Je Suis Scotché

So I just finished breakfast.

Breakfast here is a bizarre affair. To start, they drink things from bowls.

I drink things from bowls too now, although I have a chorus of "I'm so french I'm so french I'm so french I'm so french" that goes through my head. I make hot chocolate every morning.

I'm so french.

They also trained me (mostly) out of eating eggs in the morning. As my Nantais counterpart in Minneapolis said, "It is a horrible habit." Savory things in the morning are weird apparently. No more pizza, chinese food and eggs in the morning for me. Sad day, but I'll survive.

Yesterday, my professor told our entire cinema class where to buy drugs and prostitutes in Paris. I forget the exact corner (fun fact: this is not information I'll be using) but it is somewhere near St. Michael. Thanks prof.

I've been having a lot of fun downloading podcasts of french people (Coluche is starting to be understandable, and thus funny) and practicing my not-orale-flunking-ness that way. I'm at the level of french where if I speak slowly and have had a good breakfast, I only have a slight accent. Unfortunately I try to speak at my normal galloping pace. Breakfast is not a problem.

Fun phrase: "Je suis scotché" means "I am attached" or "I am taken." As in Scotch Tape. Verbification!