or, "Why I need to get out more."
Due to my sister's urgings, I am writing another blog. I have half a dozen unfinished blog entries sitting in my documents folder, but I just don't seem to have the strength to finish them. Nevermind the endless hours I spend sitting alone in my room on any given day, never mind the weekends I spend shut away like some paranoid recluse - I like to spend my time doing constructive things. Like watching hours upon hours of Sex and the City, Smallville, and Friends on French television every day after school. The weather has been chilly and rainy, thus offering no temptation to leave my warm, if claustraphobia-inducing, haven. I reason that I'm spending a fortune on Christmas vacation (true) and can't afford to travel (true). I reason that I have no friends in town (also, sadly, true). I reason that my French is improving by watching French-dubbed American TV shows (possibly true). But when it comes down to it... I just plain don't get out much.
This weekend, however, was one of those blessed occasions where I left La Tour du Pin - again, for a visit to the wonderful Lyon. This weekend was a special weekend in Lyon - called the fête des lumières. The whole city was lit up by beautiful Christmas decorations and punctuated by dazzling light shows. The Christmas markets were open and the scent of fresh vin chaud wafted through the air. Despite the lack of snow, it felt like Christmas was finally coming.
Wouldn't it have been nice to have pictures of this beautiful event? Yeah, I thought so too. This is why I brought my camera with me. Apart from blogging, I also excel at sucking at remembering to take pictures of things. My trip to Lyon over the Toussaint holiday was the only well-documented adventure that I've been on, though I have indeed has several notable adventures. So I vowed I would be better. I brought my camera along, and at the first cool-looking thingee that we saw I whipped out my camera and started snapping pictures. But after the third picture, much to my horror, the words "internal memory full" flashed on the screen. I flipped open the battery hatch and saw that the brillant Sandra had left her memory card back in La Tour-du-Pin stuck in her computer. I had taken ONE measly picture of the sad, sad Christmas tree in the lobby of the foyer and left the stupid card in my computer, losing the chance to take hundreds of photos of the breathtaking sight in Lyon. Idiot.
Well, here's a picture of the tree anyway:
He's not as sad looking as he was when he first came in. And I'm pretty sure that I sacrificed my dignity taking this picture in the lobby at night (two guys were outside smoking and clearly laughing at me).
Anyway, I don't want this to get too long, and I've already talked about enough non-important thingssssss ssssssooooooooo LIST!
Sandra's sights and happening at the fête des lumières 2011:
1. (Mom don't read this one!) A crazy drunk man pulled a knife out next to me!!! Creepiest thing to happen to me so far. I heard the click and woosh that i recognized to be that of a switchblade, and then Emma's bf pulled me away from the guy next to me... sure enough, he was hiding a knife in his hand, just wandering through the crowd. That made me a little nervous then whenever we were in really crowded places again (often) and also served as a good reminder that there are EFFING PSYCHO PEOPLE in this world. 'Nuff said.
2; SO MANY PRETTY, AWESOME LIGHTS! Not like the way crazy Americans decorate their homes, but the whole city was lit up, and there were a lot of light shows too. My fave was this one (pic taken during the day because HEY I could only take 3 photos!) They danced and did karate to sweet music.
3. SO MANY PEOPLE. Some of the light displays were kinda hard to see because you had to fight your way through the massive crowds of people to see them properly. That being said, it was totally worth the fight.
4. Christmas Markets. Seriously, America. Where are all your Christmas markets? I could write an entire blog on how much I love Christmas markets. For realz.
5. Vin chaud - my love for vin chaud (hot wine) is intertwined with my love for Christmas markets. It's wine. It's hot. It's spiced. Drinking it is like drinking Christmas.This is one Frenchie thing I will definitely bring back to the states, and you will try it and you will like it - even if you don't like wine (I'm not a huge fan of red wine but I LOVE vin chaud rouge!!) As my 2-year-old nephew would say - DEELISHUSS! Though he probably shouldn't be drinking vin chaud at his age.
6. Hanging out with other assistants. Have I mentioned I don't get out much?
Also, I've determined that in order to really learn French, I need a French boyfriend. That really seems to be the best way to learn the language.
And finally... BALLOONS! All that I could think of was UP!!!!
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