Pompette!

It's getting quite difficult to remember what I've done the day after I've done it, this whole week has been so manic! Wednesday was another couple of lectures, including more philosophy, and not including Italian. I got home and had a cuppa with my flatmate Hugo, who happens to not only like tea, but like it with milk and no sugar! He also likes the Arctic Monkeys and plays the guitar, so I think we're going to get on well this year. The boys then took me to Carrefour for the alcohol run, and we had a lovely meal sat around the table in the garden while they both laughed at me for my "funny English accent" and taught me many new words which I will doubtless forget.

Then it was night out time! After a quick change and a few rounds of Never Have I Ever, we headed out to what seems to be one of the more popular clubs here, called Point Zero. It was almost entirely English music, so it didn't feel that different from clubbing in England! 

Within half an hour of arrival we had abandoned all plans to catch the last tram home at 1am, and ended up staying til 3 and walking home. Which was definitely worth it, until I woke up the next morning to the realisation that my lectures started at 9:15, and didn't finish until 7:15. 

Thankfully life is kind and so are my flatmates. When I got to the kitchen there was orange juice in the fridge and Hugo made me scrambled eggs for my breakfast while I was in the shower! So I managed to not be late for my first lecture, and (with the help of coffee and baguette) made it all the way through the day in a much better state than I anticipated. I have a feeling this meal will become a standard feature of evil Thursdays.

Back home Raphael gave me curry and laughed at the way I ate cheese, which apparently I need to learn to do in a more French way.

Friday was my favourite day of uni, mostly because I turned up to my first lesson and found out the class doesn't start until next week, so I decided to give myself the rest of the day off and went shopping instead. Shopping was followed by another trip to the beach, bien sûr. And it was exactly what I needed. After such a stressful and tiring week trying to navigate the non-system of this university, being able to just sit and watch the sunset on the beach with wine, bread and cheese, playing Never Have I Ever (Qui N'a Jamais) with people who were total strangers this time two weeks ago... Just makes me realise how lucky I am to be here, and how happy I am to have had this opportunity.

I think this blog is getting cheesier.
Sarah 
xx