Thursday, July 26, 2012

Coping

Alright so I cannot be in Paris, I think I am okay with the idea now.

However, in order to not lose touch with the past semester, I decided to read up a little on the culture, very French of me I would life to add. I now read on train, the doctor's office, and whenever I have free time. I went to my public library on Monday and picked up 3 books: A Dog's Life, A Year in the Merde, and Something to Declare.

Thus far I have only finished A Dog's Life. A witty tale narrated by a local dog of Provence France who describes a dog's life to the tea. The book gives reason and background to a dog's typical behavior. Of course it is written by a non-canine but the facts are presented in a humors form and one starts to believe that you really are reading a dog's diary. The best part about the book were the anecdotes and random French words thrown in, all which I understood (yay). Boy, the dog,  gives informations about wine tastings, the countryside, and typical French shops. This was a cute book with some detail into traditions practiced in France.

A Year in the Merde, I was first reeled in when I read a short passage in the back explaining how to adapt in the city, "The best way to find an apartment in Paris, get a French girlfriend and move in." This is very true. Finding an apartment in Paris is a headache to say the least.I recall spending countless hours attempting to figure out where I was going to live after I was expected to move out of my apartment, I was getting really worried. I then told my on-site director of my issues and his first comment, "pfff easy just get a boyfriend and live with him." Easier said than done, but a very accurate comment on the author's behalf. After the first sentence about the book, I knew I had to read this.

A Year in the Merde, I have just started, is about an English man that has moved to Paris to work. I am not sure what year this book is based in but there are mentions of CD-ROMs.This book has a more critical view of Paris and its not so polite inhabitants. So far, the details of Parisians have been dead on, including the terrible English pronunciation, the hatred of non-french speakers, and their fashion sense. I am only a few pages in but I wanted to report on what I have read. I have come to realize that the French are rude and I do not know why I loved Paris so dang much. The author describes Paris as a sea where only sharks survive (the sharks being all the Parisians)and you need to quickly adapt. This sounds like a sad story but on the contrary it is pretty entertaining and funny. Basically I am just thinking back to last semester and reminiscing on what I experienced. So far it has been a parallel description of my first few weeks in Paris, many hand gestures, a barrier to communicate, and overall general confusion. Despite many initial set backs, I still love Paris.

As I keep reading, I will report more. For now,  Au Revoir! 

Monday, July 23, 2012

I Am Back

...in Chchchch-icago. It has now been 24 days since I have returned to the mother land. However, I MISS PARIS oh so much. I never thought that I would be sad to be in Chicago. It used to be a joy when I returned to the city after being in Ohio but now, I hate it here. Okay I don't hate it hate it, its just that is is not Paris and I keep comparing. The city isn't as pretty..its dirty, full of crime, not kept well, and transportation SUCKS. I now have to depend on rides again, I never thought I would miss the Paris Métro, even the RER. Now that I am back is when I am noticing all the differences between the two cities.

Basically I miss having an apartment where I can go and return as I please, I miss my roommies, and I miss exploring/finding new things everyday. I even miss slaughtering French. I came back and bam culture shock, when I speak, everyone understands me! Oh my!

Yes I missed my family and Friends while in Paris but why can't they all just go over to the city if lights with me? I am actually bummed because I wanted to stay in Paris the entire summer, I was even considering a whole semester. But somehow I got sucked in by my mother and returned with her after she visited.

On that subject, having my mother in Paris was pretty awesome. She was impressed with my French and by how well I knew how to get around the city. I felt quite proud. I finally went up the Eiffel Tower and got to be a tourist again. It was fun and not to mention that I did not have to pay for meals or random thing that were bought. I guess that is one thing I will not miss from Europe, expenses (a lot, and high). After Paris, mom and I did Rome. We did the Roman attractions, the Trevy Fountain and the Vatican City. The trip was truly amazing! Except for the heat but hey I had some great Pizza!


Now that I am back, I need to find someone to practice my French with. I know that once school starts I will have classes in which I will speak some French but that is not enough. For now I have been watching French movies. Also I give  random French lessons to my friends whom props don't really care/pay attention but that's how I practice. OH!  I am proud to say that I think in French!  Thinking in French was a must in Paris, this way I could reply quickly or ask questions without having to translate between English/Spanish/French. Now i think it became a habit. I walked into the YMCA today and I was at the desk to hand in my card to be scanned and I almost said "bonjour." See I can speak French ;)




One thing I must remember I am Mexican/American not French, get over it Elvialuz.