La Poste

Today was a great day!!! Besides it being freezing outside-- Raquel and I went to the post office to mail some post cards. Well the stamp machine (yes the one that spit out all of my change the last time) wasn't working so I decided to bite the bullet and go to the counter. In French I said "Je Voudrais les envoyer aux Etats-Unis" which means I would like to send these to the U.S.!!!! He couldn't find the right stamps so he said "Je Cherche . . . " which basically means I will go look for them. And the really cool part to all of this is that I spoke and UNDERSTOOD in French. I'm so excited!! And yet I still have so much to learn. . . In the far right corner is our post office (if you are facing the picture--yellow and blue sign).

The post office experience

Here in France, their currency is a little different. The have pieces that are valued at 1 cent (centimes), 2 cents (centimes), 5 cents (centimes), 10 cents (centimes) and 20 cents (centimes). Here there is no tax, so most prices are like 5.99 or 5.89. So it is always easier to hand them 6.00 euros then to count out the cents. Doing this leaves you with a lot of change. Well I needed to mail a letter and decided that I would get rid of my change when I bought my stamp (because you put the money in a machine). So Raquel and I went to the post office, she went to the counter, while I went to the stamp machine. The machine told me I needed a 75 centimes stamp. So I began putting in my change. Most of my change was in 1 cent and 2 cents, and a few 5 cents. I had reached 72 cents and was about to put in the remaining 3 cents when the screen started flashing and proceeded to tell me I had put to many coins in the machine (not as in too much in price, but in number of coins). Then it began to spit out my 72 cents back at me. Well the only other coin I had was a 1 dollar (euro) coin and so I had no choice but to use it. Needless to say I walked out of that post office with more change then when I started. The joys of living in a foreign country.

A professional

So Jen and I discovered why the French never talk about their jobs. . .I think this pictures explains it all. Can you imagine explaining to someone that you balance cats on your arms all day? Yes, he does this for a living. The sign below him said that he is a father of three and that the cats are never abused or harmed. If you put money in his bucket you can pet the cats or take a picture.

So today . . .

In class. . . We were given an assignment with a partner. We were to ask each other questions and then tell the class the response. Then the class was supposed to come up with the questions that were asked. I know it sounds confusing. . .Just think the instructions were given in French which made it all the more confusing. SO there is the assignment here is the situation. . . There are about 12 people in my class. Three Russians, four Vietnamese, one Jamaican, and many others. However, I'm the only American. Since none of us have common languages, the professor teaches us in French (the language we are also learning). So sometimes the directions don't always compute. Well today the Jamaican and a Vietnamese were paired together and things didn't go so well. Let's just say there were hands thrown in the air, pencils flying, and a lot of foreign languages spoken. One girl was so frustrated she almost cried--it was a rough day. Well then it became my turn . . . and my partner was explaining how in the States I'm a teacher. Did I mention my partner is Bulgarian and does not speak English? So there I was trying to say the word for "teacher of little children" in French. . .when the Turkish girl looked at me in amazement (Now I couldn't tell if this was a "wow" type of amazement or the bad kind) and asked "really you are a teacher?" in French. Well at least that is what I'm hoping she asked me. Her astonishment made me question as did the 2 Russian girls who had just said something about, me, the American in Russian. So as I was sitting there contemplating just how bad this situation could get if I answered yes and she was asking me something totally different. I very hesitantly reply "oui" (which means Yes).

After class . . . I discovered that in my attempt to ask for coffee, I actually said "You are coffee". Oh and I didn't say it once, but about 5 times. Awe the joys of learning French.

The Metro

Jen and Raquel are my roommates, well Jen is a part-time roommate and this is their version of the evening . . .

from Jen's blog:

tonight i almost fell backwards down the escalator at the metro. heres the scene... raquel is first, then rachel then me. raquel sees the metro and its getting ready to close. she runs for the door. rachel freaks out and sprints, afraid that she is going ot get squashed in the door. then i almost fall backwards down the escalator. but i dont. so i sprint to get on the metro and wonder... what would raquel do if she looked behind her and we werent there. or if rachel was smashed in the door and i was falling down the escalator... we had a good laugh on the metro. breaking our "lets try to be french like when we are in public and not talk, just stare and not smile" we busted out laughing. its good to be an american

From Raquel's blog:

tonight rachel, jen, and i needed to get on the metro. so we put our little metro passes through the metro pass thing, then we get on the escalator. (usually when i choose to just stand and wait till i get to the top the train leaves me, so i am walking up the escalator) so i'm walking up the escalotor and i see that the train is just sitting there, with the doors open. i don't know how long it's been like that, so i walk quickly into the metro and sit down. then rachel and jen come in right after me, sit down and burst out laughing. here's why: when i quickly walked from the escalator to the metro, rachel was confused why i started "running" so she also started running to get into the metro on time because she thought i was going to leave her behind. (which i knew she was right behind me and that there would be enough time for her to get in, and even if she didn't, she would be able to get home easily). so her startled moment made jen a little startled and she started tipping backwards because of her heavy backpack. her heart started beating fast and everything! but we all made it safely, sat down, and waited at least 2 seconds before the metro made the little beepy sound to say the doors are closing.

My version of the evening:

so some keys points were left out of raquel's version of what happened at the metro today... We are all standing on the escalator, waiting patiently (as the french do) as it takes us to the train platform. Jen and I are standing shoulder to shoulder while raquel is about 2 steps in front of us. Out of no where raquel starts sprinting(not just walking as she puts it), but sprinting (enough to burn some calories on the way). I have become very accustomed to copying raquel (as well as the french nationals--I try to blend in)and so as she is sprinting, I'm thinking is this normal, do most people sprint the last couple of steps on the esculator (i've only ridden the metro twice)? In the mist of trying to figure out why my roommate is leaving me(and not at a normal pace, mind you)I decide to follow her. So I start to run,finally realizing she is running to catch the metro. Now i'll be honest and say I've gotten caught in the metro doors (not in france) and so yeah I don't like to be rushed. Anywho I race on the metro, catch up with raquel and take a seat next to her; realizing that she never once looked back to make sure that her non-speaking french roommate actually made it. Needless to say while I am fighting for my presence on the metro, poor jen is fighting for her life on the escalator. In my hurry and excitement to catch up with raquel i gently brush jen as i am running, which throws off her balance (she is carrying a heavy backpack)and gravity takes over. At the last possible second she grabs the rail, preventing her from falling backwards down the escalator--now remember raquel is calmly seated on the metro, i'm sitting across from her shock and dismayed that she left me, when jen arrives slightly out of breath. As Jen and I recount the events of the last few minutes (where our lives flashed before our eyes), we break the french code, laughing hysterically.