Frankfurt and Heidelberg were great. While even France now, the people are quite nice about speaking English to you, in Germany, they seem almost happy about it, which is fortunate, since I couldn't even master "i'm sorry" by reading it. I'm much better when I hear things, and many german words have simply too many syllables and consonants all smushed together to be sensible.
Some thoughts on Germany:
Don't eat german food in Frankfurt, nobody who lives there does, so its bad. Do eat german food in Heidelberg. There, its just food, and its very good. And get dessert with fruits in it, it isn't over sweetened, its perfect (and thus, dangerous.)
Germany is great for shoe shopping. Its got all the european brands without having to contend with those franco-italian small-feet-genes.
I'm now living in St Remy in an apartment with a teacher from the high school and an english assistant who will arrive sunday. Its great, but there are two drawbacks: my roommate smokes like a chimney and there's no internet. The only internet cafe in town is 6 euro for the hour. The same rate as calling the states from a payphone.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
It's not labor day in france
Sunday before last, Ms. Labadie, the woman in charge of welcoming me to St Remy said she would check that Monday about the details of the housing the offered to me, including its address so I could send myself a package and when I could move in. It's now been a week since she was supposed to get back to me. I understand French time, I understand provencal time, but its getting ridiculous. I went back through my emails to make sure I didn't offend her by mistake, but everything seems correct and never did I mistakenly slip into the informal "tu." I don't want to pester her, and I don't when is too eary to email her again according to the rules of politesse.
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