09 December 2012

Lights and {Lack of} Heat

Hello you beautiful muffins! Hope your weekend is going wonderfully, be it in the snow, freezing cold, or beautiful sunshine!


Yes, Santa Barbara. I checked the weather. Our relationship has now become more hate than love {find out why here. If you think that's cold, click here to find out what I'm living freezing in}.


In this post is the new video, which mainly talks about the Fête des Lumières that happened this weekend, because that's the big exciting thing that's happened as of late!

Also, since it's December {and since I love Grumpy Cat so much}, I decided that every time I make a new post, I will post my favorite Grumpy Cat image at the time. You'll thank me in the near future.


You're welcome.




Be sure to subscribe to {insert social networking shindig here} to be updated on the shenanigans I get up to and to what degree France harasses me. Just click on the tab "Find Me Elsewhere" above! Or... don't. I'm indifferent to the subject almost as much as Grumpy Cat is on life.






Also, here's some more pictures I've taken lately!
Some really bad lighting out of a bad
Winter Wonderland on Rue de la République

Cathédrale St. Jean

Ferris Wheel at Place Bellecour which
I would have gone on if it didn't cost
8 goddamn euros

Flags on Pont Lafayette

Some more snow from Friday morning



À bientôt!
xoxo

04 December 2012

Progress Will Be Seen!

In these videos, anyways.



Happy Tuesday!

Here's a new video for you to watch! If you're an avid YouTuber, click here to go to my channel, and subscribe for new updates!





Next post will be about why the Roman ruins exist in Lyon, the Fête des Lumières, and any interesting adventures France throws at me! 


À bientôt!
xoxo

03 December 2012

To Soon For Christmas Music?

So, I've decided to make a video for the bulk of what I wanted to say in this post. The snow got me all pumped up for the holidays, plus it's already December! How did that happen? Time was stealthier than Silent E, the ninja {don't get the reference? Click here. Not impressed? Here's his Alexander Hamilton rap at the White House Poetry Jam, where President Obama and First Lady Michelle were present}!


Anyways, enjoy the video{s}! If you have any questions, comments, don't hesitate to give me any kind of feedback {on my own video; I can't really do anything about the other ones}.

Happy (technically for me) Monday!







À bientôt!
xoxo

28 November 2012

The Awesome, The Rare, And The Creepy.

Things here escalated quickly! My schedule went from "Twiddle thumbs for 2 hours, then maybe do some laundry", to "You will never ever get a break again in your entire life". I've literally been busy since last Monday with reading, teaching, classing {it flows better, okay?}, hosting, socializing, studying, and alllll  that good stuff. But I shall not fail in continuing to post at least once a month!

When I first finalized my schedule, I didn't know I would later add more classes to it. So here it is: I'm currently taking on 27 units.


Yap. 27 of those bad boys.



I still can't wrap my head around this; that's 7 classes total this semester. I mean, if I'm this busy right now, how will I feel during finals in January? I have a feeling I won't have time to feel anything soon enough. I may just have to cut sleep out of my schedule altogether come finals week. But that's the fun part about school, it never fucking ends!... Wait.

But besides that, everything is smooth sailing! I realize that in this blog I haven't really talked much about Lyon itself, so I'd like to take some time to talk about it; you know, a bit of history {so I can actually apply some of what I've learned}, cultural norms, usual nights out, and all the fun European stuff you're missing out on! {Sorry about that; if you're really hurt about it, come visit!}


Not long after my arrival here, I realized that English is high in demand, and practically every parent wants their kid to be speaking it. What else was I supposed to do but take advantage of this opportunity? I am currently teaching 3 kids total on two separate occasions; one I just have normal conversation with, and the other two I actually teach them vocabulary and grammar {this also showed me how hard English is. I knew it was hard, but try teaching it to anyone else who doesn't speak it. Goddamn}. This also made me realize how high in demand English is in the business world, and the immense pressure it puts on kids to learn it in order for them to have successful careers 20 years down the line. It's just absolutely insane. So the next time you're complaining about how your job search isn't going very well, remember: at least you know English; that's half of the battle right there.



History! 
... Yeah, I kind of don't want to talk about that one either. I'll do a blog specifically dedicated to this one, I promise. There's lots to be learned in this area {for some reason, I get the feeling that one will be the less popular than usual}.


Moving on!


Certain cultural norms here are awesome. For example, the French love their long lunch hours to enjoy their food, talk with friends, and just take a good break from work to come back with more motivation. But others... others I could easily live without. Sometimes I just don't understand how people feel comfortable here. I mean, the guys, yeah sure, whatever. But that's because they don't have a vagina. Seriously, if I have to deal with another overzealous doucher asking for a date to McDonalds I will have a BF {Don't understand the reference? Click here}. 


I could have a 3 foot-long beard complete with a  monocle, a cane, saggy boobs and wear crocs and guys would still come hit on me because I'm female. It's gross.


At this point in this post I'd like to make a shout out to my girlfriends back home: come visit beautiful, charming, care-free Lyon! Just focus on the long afternoon breaks you'll get, and not the creepy guys in tracksuits cat-calling you.      



But if you {like 98% of the population out there} can't make it out here on a count of work, cash flow, or motivation, I can do my best to bring a weekend in Lyon to you!

Like all places, the weekend/night life here varies depending on visitors, weather, and if there's any city-wide functions going on. But really, mostly the weather. Usually at night it's the choice between four options: 1) pub, 2) night club, 3) péniches {boat bars} or 4) wine bar. I have to say, I am most comfortable with a good pub whilst being around friends, but I have gone to the other three a couple times. I admit to always telling myself I'll want to go to a club when the weekend comes around, but then I realize that I'm already in my slippers, drinking tea, basically practicing to be an old lady. And I'm perfectly happy with that. But then there's those accidental nights.


What I mean is some nights you go out for a single measly drink with some friends, looking forward to a chilled-out night, only to find yourself dancing on a strip pole {tables as well, but that wasn't until after I realized I didn't want a stripping/pole dancing future}, making out with a French Rob Pattinson, and drinking some 700 euro bottles of vodka out of wine glasses like 3 hours later. Shit happens. 





But life goes by so quickly; I'm already 20 and I've almost no clue what I've done to make a difference in the lives of those I know, let alone a difference in the world. I mean, by the end of the line I would like to be able to say what I've accomplished and have a pissing contest against others about how good of a person I was and all that crap. But I would love more than anything to say that I actually lived my life that I was given, and that I wouldn't take back a single second of it. If I'm a terrible person for pursuing my happiness and well being, sue me {or, "dislike me strongly" for you non-Americans who aren't sue-happy}. But I think that's what our purpose is in life: to keep ourselves happy, and to impact the lives of others that will want to make them go and help someone who's down and out as well.



I hope this gives some kind of insight to what's usual {and-not-so-usual} here; when I think of more, it will definitely be on here along with that post on the history, which I find to be really interesting in how it integrates into daily life {la vie quotidienne} here. Hope everyone's week is going just swell, and not filled with 0°C snowy/windy weather {unlike my near future}.




À bientôt!
xoxo    




02 November 2012

Things Change. This Sadly Includes The Weather.

Greetings from the land of striped shirts and baguettes {I'm currently eating one right now, but leave the poor/delicious thing out of it}! I come with news from the land of Éire and Italia! And yes, these places were visited by yours truly within the span of a week. But I swear, if I get the extra time/money to visit these places again, I'm going in a heartbeat. 

Dublin!
May I first start off with the fact that because my passport is basically my golden ticket to cross borders, I A} freak out that I may somehow lose it because history shows that's exactly what would happen, and B} feel like a total badass when I hand it over to customs like it's a fucking badge for the CIA or something.





My first thought upon exiting the plane: Colder than Jack Frost's ballsack {later I will find out that it would be much, much colder in Lyon upon return}. My second thought: Double decker buses!! I may be a bit too excited for this one.
And why shouldn't I be? They look
awesome/slightly top-heavy.
When I got off of the plane, I took one of these babies into the city center to Temple Bar, the area that's best known for it's bars with traditional music, sell-your-soul expensive pints, and unquestionably whoreish outfits worn by stick figures. I stumbled upon cunningly found the hostel in which my friend, Caitlin, and I were to stay for the weekend without a map, and let me tell you, this hostel is a great place to stay {as far away as possible}. It was Native-American themed, complete with an Native-American chief and desert wallpaper, {in Dublin mind you}, run by Indians {from India, notice I said it was Native-American themed}, and it was connected to a pizza joint that was under the same jurisdiction as the hostel. 



I've sold you on the idea. I just know it.


Anyways, that was actually the worst of it.. The rest of the trip went perfectly, which is unnervingly abnormal for me. I still think the universe is saving up something extra special for me in the near future. Although the hostel was a shit-hole, it was extremely well-situated in the city center; we were one block away from Temple Bar {so the nights were sleepless}, and a block away from the quay {so famous landmarks/cool shit to see were well within walking distance}. 

The first night, we went to explore around where we were for the weekend: Temple Bar. Holy Jesus that place is a total shit show, through and through. Except for the street performers, they've got serious talent. Any time we walked through, there was always something abnormal. Not only did I see women without scruples {or nerve endings; it was still colder than the heart of the White Witch} dressing up as angels, devils, and at best guess, strippers, but there were actually little people dressed up as Oompa Loompas. I'm still kicking myself for not getting a photo with them. It's not everyday you have a photo with a group of Oompa Loompas to make your friends turn green with envy as you pose with little people with a bad fake tan.

We visited a few parks the next day, which are absolutely gorgeous, as well as Trinity College {which is amazing-er}. There is also the Writer's Museum, and I had forgotten about how many amazing writers Dublin has coughed up: James Joyce, George Bernard Shaw, Oscar Wilde, Bram Stoker, and tons more. Here are some photos to visualize the amazing-ness!


Most epic memorial statue EVER.

Trinity College {Warning: If you want to see the Book
of Kells, it costs money... which I didn't have}

This park had a section dedicated to Oscar Wilde!
In this particular section of the park, there were three pillars that had quotes of Wilde written all over them. This one was a favorite, as was this one:
















It made me laugh at first, just because the comparison is laughable, but I thought about it, and I believe that everyone struggles with their vanity. I think Wilde was also alluding to the need for a creation of a "fountain of youth" kind of contraption.


Oh, now we're getting to the good part. 

The last night, we were looking for traditional Irish music, and stumbled into a bar called The Stag's Head {click on the name for an inside look!}, which was hosting a band that was playing rebel IRA songs whilst everyone in the bar was singing, drinking, and dancing to the music. It. Was. Insane. The energy I felt in that room was unbelievable despite the fact that we were all strangers to one another. It is more than frustrating because I took some video of the band, and you can hear everyone singing and yelling in the background, but the fucking video will not upload on any site. I just want to show you guys how awesome it was, but once again, technology has won this round by shitting on my hypothetical happiness.


{This is where the awesome video would be if the internet were equally as awesome. I'm just going to put up a photo of a panda to make it better.}

Hate to say it, but it's not
the same..


The next day, we wandered around a bit again {because that's the best way to find the awesome parts of a city}, and stumbled upon the Wax Museum! I was actually avoiding it, because I knew it would scare the shit out of me {even cardboard cut-outs of people scare me, okay?}, but once we got past the first room, it was really cool. The first few rooms were dedicated to Irish history: medieval times, Irish myth, the famine, the battles, the politics... it was pretty cool to see, but the thought that Ireland's history is extremely tragic and quite depressing never seems to leave your mind. Which is why we immediately left that area and went for the Halloween decorated room complete with Frankensteinsmonster, Count Dracula, Freddy Krueger, and some weird creepy things climbing on the walls and ceiling. The only {obviously} important thing to do was to get a photo with Freddy.
Totally caught him off guard.

Also can't forget about Mr. Nicholson... I mean The Joker.




Venezia!
Really, I only had a full day to spend here, but since it's a fairly small city it was easy to cover all the important ground. We went to the Piazza San Marco (aka the Square with the crazy fucking pigeons with no idea what personal boundaries are} to start, then wandered in the Basilica for a bit, then decided to get lost in the real-life maze that is Venice. Despite it's small area coverage, it is really difficult to get around that city even with a map. I also bought a mask from the city that's known world-wide for their masks. Here's the store we went into.


Seemed pretty legit. No plastic; 100% Venetian paper maché.

I bought a mask as a souvenir, and as I was checking out, the shopkeeper told me about the festival the have late January/early February called Carnivale. Guess who's going to Venice to attend a city-wide masquerade? 



In more recent {and pressing} news: The French don't celebrate Halloween properly. You're supposed to get creative with costumes, not dress up like either a zombie or ghoul {although one can never say no to a good zombie getup}. Anyways, because nobody really dresses up, I wasn't about to take public transportation dressed up as Burnout Tinkerbell, so I decided on Gwen Stacy, friend/love interest {and precursor of Mary Jane Watson} to the superhero of The Amazing Spiderman comics. Click on her name if you don't know her! And go watch the movie, dammit.


Aaand that's about all the escapades I have to talk about for now. Unless you want to hear about my {lack of} success at reading 4 French books at one time! Too soon? Yea, I agree, that's something that will always be too soon. 



À bientôt!
xoxo




10 October 2012

Quelques/trop de nouvelles {Some/Too Much News}

It has been FAR too long. 

It's not that I've been lazy in writing these blogs, but I literally have not had the time to do them. There's always something that I need to be doing here. I've only just gotten settled into my classes, so maybe that's why I feel it's okay to take a break to update this thing {finally}. So: let's get up to speed on European living!

First of all: classes. They are all quite good, except it's a bit difficult to understand certain professors when they're speaking at a million kilometers per hour. I'm currently enrolled in "A History of Lyon", "French Linguistics", "Methodology" {for the foreign kids}, "History and Fiction", and "21st Century Literature". Basically, all just French and History topics. The professors are easy to understand, but it's just difficult to pay attention in a different language for almost 2 hours per class {one of them goes for almost 4 hours...}. I really shouldn't complain though; I have 4-day weekends until November 5th, and then after that it changes to 3-day weekends... GOD FORBID.

And now it seems like everything is really falling into place. I finalized my schedule last Friday, got the materials for my classes {now all I have to do is actually READ the material}, and I also now have a small job on the side. I'm to baby-sit every Wednesday for a French mother who wants her son to continue learning English after living in the Philly {Philadelphia for those of you who aren't American} for just under 4 months. His name is Arthur, who is 10 years old, and very good at English. I could tell he would be totally content with just reading books in English all day. But meeting him today made me think about the opportunity that I {and the rest of the population in the US} should have gotten as far as language acquisition goes. 

In the US, it's completely normal for a student to go without another language until the hit high school {about 13 years old}, and are only required to take 2 years of that language. This is nowhere near enough time to learn another language {so what's the point of taking that class at all?}, and it goes without saying that most schools have a terrible curriculum for foreign languages {aka, most teacher couldn't give a rat's ass if the student is actually learning the information}. By the time the student leaves high school, he/she forgets everything he/she learned in that class, because it's most likely that he/she will never need to use another language other than English. But to learn another language is so much more than that, as I have already said in the previous German post. It's about connecting with the culture of that society which speaks that language; it's about learning the differences and the similarities one shares with another. In turn, as Americans have a terrible curriculum in languages, nobody in America knows a damn thing about other cultures. No wonder they think we're retarded. 

The only reason I am here in France is because I sought it out; I asked how I could go further with what I'd {barely} learned, and was forced to apply myself with no guarantee that I'd get anything in return. It's not a possibility to be bi/tri/multi lingual in America if you don't seek it out and chase after it. Which sucks, because if it were more easily accessible, Americans might be a bit more open-minded in their views of the world and other such stuff.

All of this makes me think about the ways that the American education system could be changed for the better to ensure better relations with other countries. Sure, America is a HUGE country, and one really has no reason to leave it because all one would ever need would be within those 50 states. But I truly believe that if everyone took the time and energy to learn a second language, the world would be off in a much better state. Not just so people can more easily connect through speech, but so others can understand a culture different from their own, and practice a little more tolerance for others.


I feel that this blog is turning into an anti-American rant wall.


SO! I will talk about something a bit more light-hearted, and talk about what I've done since I've been here {for about a month and a half}. One weekend, I went with some friends to Dijon, which is about a 2-hour train ride north of Lyon. What is there in Dijon, do you ask? Well, I'm here to tell you that there's nothing {particularly special}. I bought some mustard, because you know, "when in Dijon"... But later came to realize that the same brand could be bought at the local grocery store. I just have to tell myself that it probably tastes different because I got mine from the town itself.

I have still not been to any museums yet, but I have been practically everywhere else! There are some hills to the west, and on top of those hills rest the Basilica {and this ugly tower that slightly resembles a sad and small Eiffel Tower, but that's irrelevant information}. I finally walked up the hills to see it up close, and got to see the Roman ruins up around there as well. I'd remembered people talking about it, but didn't think it was that big. It's that big. Unfortunately, this was the one day that I forgot my camera, and unfortunately do not have any photos to show you. However, Google Images does!


Those pillars in the bottom right corner are about a foot taller than me, and much thicker. Just for scale. It's pretty big. Moving on.



Also! I recently went indoor rock climbing, which I had seen ads for all over the place, but had no idea where it was situated. Upon going inside the building, I had to keep my jaw from dropping {can't be rude towards the French, right?}. Here's a bit of a look of "Le mur de Lyon":


Holy shit, right? And that's not even all of it.

As far as traveling goes, I have booked way more flights and trips than I should have. Sure, they were all dirt cheap, but I need to exige a bit more self-control. 

"But there's no way you could have booked THAT many flights to feel bad about it, right Amber?" 
WRONG. Let me show you what I mean.

October 19: Leaving for Dublin, Ireland for the weekend to meet up with my friend, Caitlin {who's currently studying in Glasgow}. Return the 22nd {Monday}.
October 25: Leaving for Italy for the Toussaint {1 week} holiday: traveling to Milan, Rome, and Venice. Return November 2.
December 13: Leaving to spend a couple days in Berlin, then fly over to Budapest on the 15. Return at night on the 16.
December 20: Fly out to Cologne, Germany to spend a week {and Christmas} with my best German friend, J! I still haven't figured this part out {the return flight}. I want to travel, but at this point, I'm not sure if I'll be able to, with all the other shit I've booked. Return January 6 for beginning of Spring semester.

So yes, I think I need to calm down a bit. That's not even including the day trips I will more than likely take because they're so damn cheap! It goes without saying that I will be busy in balancing travel and studies and what not, but I will do my best to keep this updated {which I have clearly not been doing}, and as always, play tourist with my camera like it's nobody's business but my own. 

Until then, I'd like to hear about recent escapades you've gotten into lately! What was the latest adventure you had? It doesn't even matter if it only involved you going to the kitchen for some water; it matters if it means something to you! And where would you go if you could travel anywhere? What would you do there? Leave comments on this post; I'd love to hear some feedback/know that I'm not just talking to myself on this thing.


À bientôt!
xoxo 




















01 September 2012

Je vis encore. Tout juste.

Oh my god. My mind is just blown at this point. I've had so many experiences already, and it's only the 4th day that I've been here. You know that term, "roll with the punches"? Well, I tried. But I still got punched. Several times. You wanna know why? Lucky for you, I wrote down all my experiences down during the time I had no internet (which I still don't).

If you click on the image, it will enlarge (what she said). On another note, your computer zooms in too. Technology's cool, huh?



So, living without any technological means for four days in a foreign country has been fun. But I'm not planning on doing it again. A bit too stressful for me. And as you can tell, anything can go wrong. Keep that in mind if you're thinking about doing what I did on complete accident. 

But on another note, I've had amazing experiences here. The second night, The directrice took us at a restaurant to have a real French dining experience. And it was a gorgeous meal. I mean, it was so good. I didn't want it to ever end. I do have photos, but not of the main course because I was halfway through it before realizing I hadn't photographed it.

This is a bit of bread spread with crushed olives over a tomato paste with some basil. 


The second is the dessert: Thick, creamy ice cream on top of a raspberry praline. Absolutely to die for.

 I swear I'm going to come back a complete fattie.


So, here I am, sitting in a McDonald's in fucking FRANCE because that's the only place I can find free Wifi. The American. Sitting in the goddamn fast-food restaurant that is ruining French food culture.


Upon reading through what I've just written, I've come to the conclusion that there's been a lot of complaining for me being in France. Therefore, I have decided to write each time I post in the blog something that I'm thankful for when I spend my time here. 
The first thing I'm thankful for? Getting housing before everyone else did. Why? Because it's something I no longer have to worry about. It was a smart move to get a step ahead of other students coming here for their year abroad getting ahead of the "apartment search traffic". But there's another reason, it's mainly just that I lucked out (for once). My flatmate has been here for quite a while, and has a group of French friends, aka, I get to practice my French. So every day, I learn something new. Mostly it's French slang (l'argot), but at least I'm learning! For example, there's something that they do here called verlan, meaning l'envers (the inverse). So for the word for woman (femme) they throw some letters out, add some in, and mix the ones that are kept, creating the word meuf (woman). It's like saying "chick" for a girl in English. It's so interesting. There are lots more, too.


So to recap: I have only spent about 90 hours in Lyon, but I have already had so many experiences. And only until now am I feeling a bit better about my French-speaking abilities. It's difficult to understand people here because they talk so fast, but that's why I'm here. Also, I've learned so much. The most important: Always have a pair of headphones on you when using public transportation and DO NOT look any male in the eye while on pubic transportation. Follow these steps and you'll be fine. It's also useful to know how to say "leave me alone", or better yet, "fuck off" in French. As long at you hold your ground, c'est facile. 

Alright, I've had it with MacDo for now. Time to go back to the flat (which still isn't yet furnished because I haven't had time for IKEA), and put my brain through physical pain from trying to understand Mario Andretti-fast speaking French people. 

À bientôt!
xoxo