Bohemian Lifestyle

Only eventful event today was me being diagnosed with a cold by my host mom. The cure for this? Wear socks and drink tea?

Promptly put on wooly socks and made myself tea.

And then fell down the stairs, spilling tea all over my socks.

A tragedy, I tell you.

Do your best to read the following paragraph in an Australian tone of voice.

It appears that there is a rite of passage/diaspora during the 20s for Australians. They all leave their country and bless other countries with their presence. During our Spanish travels, my Canadian friend ("Canadians, they are like the cool cousins") and I made the lovely acquaintance of two Aussie ladies.

Australian: We went to a surfing contest in Portugal, and met the hottest Canadian boy there. My stereotype of Canadian boys is that they are all hot.

Canadian: Well, they aren't all hot. I mean, you can't generalize like that about a population, that's like saying all Australian boys are hot.

Australian: But they are all hot.

Why would you leave a country like that? Anyhoo, Barcelona was magnifique. Lots of french people roaming around due to the Vacances de Toussaint.

French Man (HEAVY accent, stuttering): Um, ahem, er, Madame, do you know where..

Me: Monsieur, je parle francais. Est-ce que je pourrais vous aider? (Sir, I speak french, may I help you?)

Unfortunately aside from speaking the same language, I wasn't much help. I too am a tourist. You can't win them all.

We saw the Gaudi cathedral, various other Gaudi museums, so many chocolate stands, and THE BEST FRUIT MARKET EVER.

Ever.

Enjoy the photos, courtesy of my Canadian (eh?) friend.

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APPLE DESTRUCTION

Sax, L'accordion et Cuddles.

I'm running on 2.5 hours of sleep so this one will probably be quick.

Nantes is wicked cool. A really weird place where odd encounters and new friends are de rigueur. I recommend it as a student destination for studying. Great hospitality. Where else my friends can you buy TWO giant pain au chocolats for the price of 2 euros. Where else can you buy dictionnaires d'amour (biligue?)? Where else can you take the tram until 12h30, and then again starting at 4 am? Where else do you find saxophone and accordion duets daily?

Perhaps other places, but Nantes is still awesome.

Currently habitating with the grandparents for the weekend. Nice and quiet. We spent the afternoon spotting poisonous mushrooms ("want a shroomsie for the digestion?") and bickering over how many desserts we could eat before we were officially spoiled.

No matter what number you pick, we are spoiled. Life with the grandparents once again is a constant tug between being pampered and being told to go pick carrots in the rain. They have the good cop bad cop thing down pat.

AND THE CUDDLES. Oh, I could wax lyrical. I've never been so well cuddled in my life. Got some in with my english speaking friends last night/this morning (whenever we made it home) but nothing beats a grandparent hug.

Nothing.

And may I just say to Alex that I win this round?

Favorite quote of the evening:

V: I'm going to sing you a sexy lullaby now.
J: I don't want a lullaby thanks.
V: Even a sexy one?
J: Good night.