I'm here now
Mood:  hungry
Well, she writes a month later. I've been here in Nantes two weeks now and am beginning to settle into the French life, having started lectures, sussed out the road system (just walk out into the road and the cars WILL stop)and managed to do some things without the support of the other English girls.

Saying that, I did fail to come across as "French" in the hypermarket yesterday. I went to the checkout not having realised that I had to weigh my potatoes beforehand, hence had to run through the shop, back to the veg, to get a sticker put on them. On returning to the cashier, I handed her my card, forgetting that the French put their cards in the machine themselves. As my bank card is "French", I do believe I appeared stupid, as oppossed to foreign. Smooth.

However, I am also learning that the French do not necessarily see a difference between foreign and stupid, if you don't speak their language perfectly, you must be stupid. Actually, that only really goes for disgruntled workers, many many French people have been very friendly and welcoming.

OWWWW I just hit my funny bone on my chair, wonder what the French for funny bone is, hmmm.

Well, I've waffled enough for today, ta ta

Lizzy
xx