#1. I finally found the park near my house after 2 weeks of getting lost or showing up when it was closed. I have found that a lot of things I try to do in France require 5-6 re-tries. It was worth it to run in a big green field in the morning sun. I even had to take off my sweatshirt it was so warm. Mamas with toddlers strolled about, but the high-tech playground was empty.
#2. I rode the bus with some very nice girls and found the school where we will be visiting classrooms to teach English. They have a copper roof and a kind of Zen-like garden. Swank.
#3. After getting back on the bus I drop-of-the-hat recognized the neighborhood we were traveling through as containing a hairsalon for which I had a coupon. I impromptu leapt of the bus and while searching for the salon came across a SNCF ticket booth and was able to buy train tickets to go to Paris this weekend. My French ticket buying skills were perfectly normal even though I made the guy search about for days/ times.
#4. I got a rather complicated hair cut and it doesn't look bad. This involved a lot of gesticulating/ excitement. The French word " shampooing" threw me for a bit of a loop. I am also given to understand that I have horrendously dry and damaged hair. I was able to politely refuse the 14 euro cream and make semi-normal conversation with the coiffeuse despite the fact that I had no idea what she was saying.
#5. After I entered the metro and everyone in the car was honest-to-God covering/ plugging their noses/mouths and laughing. I have a cold and could smell nothing. I wonder who it was and why s/he didn't notice the world was gagging. It was super weird to notice a bad smell visually.
#6. In the library bathroom I was attacked by a middle aged woman who noticed the abnormal amount of hair on my coat (result of the haircut). She proceeded to FREAK out and spent at least five minutes clucking and wiping me down with wet toilet paper. She managed to involve everyone in the bathroom with this process and a girl my own age got rather annoyed and said I all needed to do was get some scotch tape and go to town. Toilet-paper lady wouldn't listen and started in on the hair-dressers of today. I managed to escape her and then ran into the girl again who griped about some people creating drama out of nothing...
#7. I ate a pastery called "un suisse" that was not very good. It involved gelatin and mini-chocolate chips inside pastery. Does anyone know what this thing is? I wondered if the gelatin was supposed to be citrus flavored. For 28 centimes I also bought a sugered pop-over that was really good.
#8. Despite my afternoon snacks, I thought I was going to die before dinner. However, it was worth the wait because we had crepes which we cooked at the table on a party griddle. We ate these with ham, any kind of cheese we wanted and mushrooms. We also fried eggs on the griddle and I shocked the world when I flipped my egg. I decided it must be an American thing: the French only cook eggs sunnyside up.
#9. For desert we melted chocolate bars onto our crepes. I found a banana. Lucie put an enormous amount of butter with my chocolte and she added salt to hers. Mine was so buttery I decided to go the salt route as well... I am not sure about the salt/ chocolate mixture, but God do I love melted chocolate with banana. The little boys make fun of my inordinate love of chocolate, but then again they keep sneaking me squares when no one is looking so...
#10. Said chocolate jokers love their toy tops SO MUCH that they sleep with them each night. There is a TV show for kids with anime type characters who use tops as weapons to fight evil and have epic adventures. The retail sales of the special tops complete with really intense launchers are astronomical. There are no more " toupies" in the stores. I personally can't play tops for 6 hours a day, but they love them.
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