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Lyon: Le Beaujolais

28/07/2012

How is it that this is our last full day in Lyon already?

I got some silly souvenirs (shot glasses, more post cards, basically all stuff I don’t need) and then we went on the most phenomenal day trip. Le Beaujolais is basically wine country. There are vineyards everywhere and all you can see for miles is hilly green rows of plants growing the grapes to make their famous Beaujolais wine. 

It was raining so some of the photos aren’t so great but check them out anyway:

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Then we went to a little wine cellar to do a wine tasting. They paired their rose wines with some sausages and the red wine with some cheeses. It was so delicious and I wish cheeses and sausages were even remotely the same in the USA. 

Update: I saw brie cheese in the supermarket and it said “product of France” and so I tried it. Definitely not as good as the French cheese.

Au revior (for now)

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Lyon: Bastille Day

Since the last post was so long already, I’m going to tell you about our rendez-vous with a few Lyon natives.

Well we got lost trying to go home. And they said that they knew the way we were going and would lead us there. Little did we know that the French do not know how to read Google Maps because a trip that should have taken 20 minutes ended up taking two hours. On the plus side, we had an amazing time talking to them and walking around Lyon.

Chelsea and I pretty much made a silent pact (again) to hang out with the two good-looking guys in the group. Their names are Remi and Bite (bitte – it’s French slang for “dick/cock/etc”). I swear, his friends called him that. So we did too.

They were wonderful. They said to us, in great English, “We don’t speak English.” When people in America say, “I don’t speak Spanish,” they really mean that they don’t know a word.

We got Remi and Bite’s Facebooks and now we’re eternal friends.

Happy Bastille Day!

Thanks to last night, I didn’t wake up until 1 p.m. However, I did get McDonald’s – so I guess that makes up for it, right?

We brought a picnic (wine, cheese, baguette, meat) and sat down by the Saone for the fireworks. They were the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen in my entire life.

The setting was so surreal. I was sitting alone the Saone River staring at Vieux Lyon and up the hill to the Fourviere. The fireworks went off right above the Fourviere. Literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And there were heart-shaped ones!!

L’amour

Au revoir (for now)

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What the fuck happened tonight. (I wrote that in my Lyon Word Journal at 4:24 a.m. when I got home last night.)

You know what’s great about France? Everything. Their parties are longer, wilder and drunker. Their firemen are hotter. What’s not to love?

Let me just paint you a picture.

First there was a line at the door. Not long enough to defer us from wanting to go inside, but just long enough that we knew we were in the right place for a good time. We got to the door and the “bouncer” was checking girls’ bags. I guess there needs to be some form of security, right? Anyway, one of our girls had a flask in her bag which she “completely forgot about.” Yeah, I said the same thing when I brought a water bottle of Bacardi to my senior homecoming dance. We all told the bouncer to just toss it since it was ruined from putting Apple Pomme soda in it anyway. But he said we had to do that ourselves. Then Chelsea said she was going to “throw it away” which really meant downing it and stashing it next to a tree.

We got in to the building, got stamped and got a free drink coupon. I immediately got drinks. Desperados. Tequila flavored beer. Yep. Then we went out into the little courtyard to dance. It was an outdoor courtyard so it wasn’t like the usual hot and sweaty club. But then it started raining, which was fine. It was just a light drizzle so no one really minded. We danced to French house music and it was awesome.

We went to get more drinks a few more times and just pretended we didn’t understand them when they asked for our drink tickets. Then Leighann got a free drink a whole other way. Creeper guy + drink tickets = accidental kiss? Weird how that happens.

Anyway, then the show began. Four firemen were standing on the roof waving flares. So cool. Then the music started and the stripping began in the windows. It was the most wonderful strip tease I’ve ever gotten. OK, it’s the only real strip tease I’ve ever gotten. And it wasn’t even for me. Boo.

We ended up leaving around 2:30 a.m. since we were all very intoxicated. But somehow didn’t make it home until 4:25 a.m….

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Lyon: Le Bal des Pompiers

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Lyon: Carmen

I slept all day today. Well, OK only until 11:30 but still. It was actually really hilarious because my alarm was chirping birds and was set for noon. Then when I woke up I just didn’t turn it off and at the exact moment I opened up my window this morning, the alarm went off. I thought there were just an uncanny amount of birds in our courtyard today, but alas, I was wrong.

We went to a museum that had miniatures and movie things in it. It was kind of crazy actually. There were eight (huit) floors of stuff and one would have a bunch of old movie props and the next would have miniature scale rooms and things. One floor has stuff like scaled down furniture, clothing and shoes (among other things).

Anyway, then we got sandwiches. I got my standard ham and cheese (jambon et fromage) and we just straight chilled for a bit outside this adorable Boulangerie. I felt super French. Except when people just assume you’re American and speak English to you from the start. Thanks guys -_-

Then we got more ice cream. Of course.

Then we did something super French. Chelsea and I got a six-pack of Hoegaarden (OK, that wasn’t the French part) and we went to meet up with some girls from our school for an outdoor screening of the Opera. We met up with these girls; one was from Sweden, one from Germany and one from Hollard and they were SO nice. (I’ll disregard the part about the one from Holland being a feminist.)

Screening of Carmen in the public square

We sat outside in this huge public square called the Place des Terraux and drank our beer and watched Carmen. It would have been really good if I wasn’t sitting on the concrete ground. So we basically left after the first act. But I understood a surprising amount of the production!

After that, instead of going out, I Skyped with my big and watched some episodes of Girls. Very eventful Saturday evening.

Au revior (nor now)

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Lyon: Farmer’s Market (7/1/12)

Well today all my hopes went down the drain. We got our times and locations for our written and verbal tests that we’ll take tomorrow. Not quite so excited about that – especially given my recent experience at the Lyon Farmer’s Market.

First of all, it would rain on my first day in French paradise. So all of us that went were wet, uncomfortable and generally feeling kind of blah. Second of all, I should have just stuck to the minimal talking necessary at the supermarket (supermarche). At the (A la) Farmer’s Market, they like to chat you up and ask what you want, how many and other things about the food they’re handing you. One of my dialogue-mates didn’t know how to ask how much her strawberries (fraises) were. I’m not going to say the woman got mad at her, but I’m also not going to say she was happy with the fact that she jumped to saying, “How much are these?” instead of, “Qu’est-ce que vous parlez anglais?” Yikes. This is definitely not Paris where most people actually do speak English.

Other than that, I bought my second legal bottle of wine and, surprisingly, haven’t opened either one yet.

At least I got my Internet working and don’t feel as tired as I was yesterday. I’m still tired though. At least I have a baguette and Nutella. Oh, I should probably eat sometime today…

Au revoir (for now)

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