A big return to the living and happy has taken place today. This morning was impossibly difficult to get out of bed, filled with bad attitudes, negative destructive thoughts and general apathy.
But then I wrote down 50 things I am grateful for. The world is much more face-able when you realize you are approaching it from a place of strength.
Thus, what did I accomplish today?
-I changed my train ticket so I'm leaving at 6:30 am instead of comfortably in the afternoon. Better safe and five hours early!
-Helped my friend take out the trash, and in return was given many (naturally) orange colored foods, like clementines (or mandarine/tangerines... anyone know what the difference is?), carrots, oranges, orange juice and crackers.
-Handed out clementines to all the homeless/beggars I saw on the street.
-Cooked ALL afternoon, drinking some lovely wine and making patatas bravas with salami and cheese. So wonderful.
It hailed in Nantes today, thrilling one of my colombian friends. Yuck. Perhaps it is an enduring negative attitude, but I've got zero tolerance for cold weather and christmas music. Hopefully this changes fast and soon, elsewise I may be throttled by the british nation (known as the "Capital of Christmas.")
A french song which has nothing to do with christmas (but is hilarious).
If you don't speak spanish or french (I couldn't find english subtitles) the first verse goes...
I work summer and winter in the "Puss in Boots" (a store apparently) selling reptile skin boots, it's my destiny I suppose as I've worked there 15 years, but it doesn't always smell like roses.
It goes on to detail how he falls in love with a girl who sells snake skin boots, and because they can't be together (logically) he dreams of the day he can leave.
France is an infinitely preferable country when it comes to escaping the constant christmas songs. There are very few, and they are confined to the very religious or shamelessly commercial (who get laughed at and called "american").
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