"Life's too short to dance like Beyoncé"

I have now moved house! Thursday was another day of meetings at uni, which weren't nearly as bad or as confusing as the set on Tuesday. 

I got out of the last meeting early, so I had plenty of time to pack my suitcase and have a final gym session and meal with Barbara before going on my way. We had what may be my first, certainly my first for a long time, four course meal! Salad, steak, cheese board and apple tart... a farewell meal to remember! Cooking for myself is going to be a serious reality check :P

My new landlady is lovely :) She was very welcoming when I arrived, and lent me a pillow because I don't have one. And it turns out that she's furnished the apartment completely, so all the pots, pans, plates and other kitchen equipment is already here! Except for a kettle, because the French don't drink tea. I plan to remedy this as soon as possible. I'm going to be living in the downstairs bedroom of the house for a week or so until the room which will soon be mine is empty, at which point I will move myself and my things into the apartment, and that will be it. Fin.

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Friday was more meetings, more confusion. As it turns out, there is basically a total lack of organisation with regards to the schooling of Erasmus students, and my tutor has essentially said I should spend next week turning up to any and every class that interests me, and then decide from there which I should take based on preference and availability. This will be followed by a long process of form filling and cross-university course checking before my timetable can be finalised. Marvellous.

On the up side, I returned home from uni to find that one of my two new flatmates is lovely! He gave me a beer, some coffee, a whistlestop tour of his record collection (Elvis, in particular) and a number of book recommendations from the selection he's put on the shelves. I learnt more from him in an hour than I have the entire week at uni. The other flatmate also seems lovely, although our encounter was fairly brief because he's going home for the weekend.

Then it was onwards to the last night of Les Estivales! I went for my first meal out in Montpellier with Helen, and her friend from home, Monique.

This city is beautiful at night, and the atmosphere is so vibrant, especially around Les Estivales.

We met up with some other Erasmus students from the CROUS accommodation, and stood at the top of the stairs by the Corum dancing around to a very entertaining band whose name I never actually caught!

Sauntering around town we met a nice old man who spoke four languages, and a guy who told us we have to go to Nimes on Thursday to watch a bullfight.

Curieux-er et curieux-er.

Sarah

xx