Each day after my lovely vacation simply drags on into a lonely abyss of reading and work and being inadequate. Those surprise exams aren't helping matters much.
There have been some bright spots in this sea of endless trial.
On Friday, my class went alright, but what happened next was better:
I GOT TO TALK TO MY LOVELY FAMILY VIA SKYPE!!!
My GOD, it was exactly what I needed. I have realized that I am not over AJ at all, and earlier this week has been a haze of work interrupted by an overwhelming need to break down and cry. But talking to my grandma, my mom, and my adorable sisters made things so much better. When I came down later in the day, my host mom said that she heard me laughing, and that it was wonderful. She said it cheered her up just listening. I guess I'm good for something :)
Later in the evening, Trey and I followed through with our master plan to met a whole bunch of other ERASMUS students at this amazing Indian restaurant downtown. It was a great time. The food was most excellent, and the company was delightful. Guest countries include Mexico, Columbia, Greece, Lithuania, Germany, Finland, and the United States. My meal was super delicious:
Yeah, I know you're jealous.
Afterwards, a group of us headed over to a tiny Irish pub on a small side road where there was a couchsurfing meeting.
For those who are not in "the know", couchsurfing is an online organization one can sign on with and basically stay in the homes of places one is visiting for free. Several of my friends here have utilized this organization for trips to Wales, Bretagne, and Portugal. They had nothing but glowing reviews and it does seem a great way to truly get to know the area.
The meeting was a bunch of fun. The bar was tiny, but the company was amazing (Franglais was spoken the majority of the time) and I discovered a new light beer that I like. The evening was a great success, even though I got home at 2am and it was bitterly cold on the walk home and i had to wake up the next day to study.
After a Saturday filled with studying and the obligatory grocery shopping and the French rugby team losing to Italy in Rome (their first loss ever to Italy in the history of the league), the day wasn't going so hot. The chocolate mousse my host mom made perked things up around lunchtime (note: I need to get that recipe from her). The afternoon was consumed by work, and the evening was counsumed by a lovely famly dinner with both my host brothers coming by for Benoit's birthday celebration. That's right, my host dad will be 49 years young on Monday. After the meal, I was exhausted and couldn't even bring myself to go out again.
Today has been -- guess what?!-- full of work. Enthralling, right? I have a sore throat that won't go away, so a nap this afternoon was called for (it should also be noted that Rousseau may or may not have been putting me to sleep). Dinner was delicious, as usual. But the news broadcast was anything but cheerful. Thoughts going out to Japan as their Hell comes in threes (earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear disaster) as well as to Lybia (where a civil war is quickly spawning). And at this very moment, I am listening to NPR podcasts and typing this out for y'all in a desperate hope that my work will do itself.
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