quirks

Even after living in France for a combined total of nearly 15 months, there are still little quirks that I discover about this country along the way.

A fantastic picture book by Vahram Muratyan depicting differences between two of the world’s best known cities. Examples: Amélie vs Carrie, baguette vs bagel, cancan vs Gaga.

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third time’s a charm?

Well, here I am again: Haley in France. And I’m actually even in France this time!

I flew with Southwest from Dallas to Newark (with a brief, stay-on-the-plane connection in St. Louis) and then had a 4 hour layover in Newark before I took off on my 7.5 hour flight to Paris. Then I waited 2 hours at the Paris airport before taking a one hour train to Lille, where I was happily reunited with the boy. After an hour of shopping and dragging my suitcase along, it was time for our train to Hazebrouck. After nearly 24 hours of travel, I made it to his house and was ready to nap, but instead I was a good girlfriend and helped him rearrange his living room to make it work with the new couch that he bought that we had picked up on the way to his house. (It looks awesome. It’s even long enough for me to take a nap on!)

When I arrived in Hazebrouck, it felt like I had just been here. Two and a half months is a reasonable time to be away, but now this place feels familiar. This country feels familiar. It was perfect to end the night with a beer and some friends at the best bar in Hazebrouck, Shaka Laka.

Since it’s my third time to stay in France, I am hoping that it will bring me some sort of luck for figuring out what I’d like to do with my life during these next couple of years. Where do I want to live? What kind of job could I/would I like to have? These are deep questions to ponder on a Thursday afternoon, but I have already completed nearly everything on my to-do list today, including taking a bike ride on this rare sunny day in northern France…

Country roads in Hazebrouck

Next week, I’ll start the job hunt. So, wish me bonne chance as I take a chance on France this time around. A bientôt!

le grand retour!

I have recently become terribly irresponsible about my blog. I don’t know if the French have influenced me with their laissez-faire ways, if I’ve become too busy in the past month absorbing the culture shock from my home country, or if I forgot that I had a blog in the first place. In any case, it needs to change because way too many awesome things have happened in the past few months that I haven’t told anyone about – like my trip to England with 50 French high school students or my 2 week adventure exploring New York and California with 3 Frenchies (because we all know if it’s not on the internet, it didn’t happen).

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once upon a time…

My boyfriend will be in Dallas, TX in exactly 10 days.

We will have been apart since December 23, 2010: 135 days, 4 1/2 months, 1/3 of a year. It hasn’t been easy, but it worked because, well, we’re just awesome.

When I left the states last August, my friend Jed & I flew from Dallas to Dublin. In Dublin, we were planning on visiting our friend Flo. He’s French, studied with us at Baylor for the spring semester of 2010, was doing his summer internship in Dublin, and would be at the University of Caen with us in France during the fall. He picked us up from the Dublin airport at the glorious hour of 8 in the morning (now that’s a true friend), and we headed back to his apartment. Flo seemed unusually chipper for that early in the morning, so we could only assume that he was still drunk from the night before.

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