Saturday, September 29, 2012

Math! : A Quick Peek Inside My Brain

Dear every school child ever who said, "Why am I learning this math? I'll never use it in real life."

False. You will use all kinds of math on a daily basis. Calculating tax on your purchases (unless you're European, whose prices are all-inclusive), determining how much tip to leave (unless you're European, who don't tip), remembering all the ratios and conversions of weight and length measurements (unless you're European, who use the easily remembered Metric system, wherein you just move the decimal place). See? All the time!...(unless you're European.)
Essentially, all my supplies

Regardless, I thought I was going to have to use some math skills to prepare my dinner the other night. As I may or may not have mentioned, the only utensils and cooking implements that came with my apartment were: one (1) frying pan, one (1) pot, two (2) plates, two (2) bowls, two (2) small glasses, one (1) coffee cup, two (2) knives, two (2) forks, three (3) spoons and one (1) spatula. Note the absence of a measuring cup.

So, I was attempting to make some "just add boiling water to this powder" soup. The instructions called for 175mL (milliliters) of water to be added to the powder. Again, I did not have a measuring cup. However, what I did have were some empty bottles, including some 25cL (centiliters) Panach' bottles and a 50cL Evian bottle. And I was quickly recalled to those classic math teasers, similar to the one you may have seen in Die Hard with a Vengeance - the water jug problem.

And here is my legitimate, actual thought process:

"I can do this," I tell myself. "Ok, first of all, 1 cL = 10 mL, easy enough. So what I have are a 250mL (25cL) and a 500mL (50mL) bottle. Also, I have my coffee cup which is...*fills up 250mL bottle, pours into cup, goes right to the top*...also exactly 250mL. Hrm, so I need 175mL. Half of 250 is 125. These drink bottles are oddly shaped, but I could precisely gauge "half" of this perfectly cylindrical 250mL coffee mug to reach that 125mL. [I could tear a strip of paper the same length as the height of the cup, then fold it in half to find the exact center point; ie, half of the cup, thus 125mL.] So, if I can get 125mL of the 175mL I need, that just leaves 50mL more. That's 1/5 of the 250mL or 1/10 of the 500mL. That's slightly more challenging, and, unfortunately these containers are in multiples of each other (250*2=500), so it's not as easy as the 3gallon and 5gallon to get 4gallons in Die Hard with a Vengeance. Although, I do have this coffee cup which I can use to find 125mL. So, if I have my 500mL full, and pour into the coffee cup until it's half full, that would be 500-125=375mL left in the 500mL container. Well, unfortunately there seems to be no way to get exactly 50mL. I guess I could fill the 250mL coffee cup and then proportion it out equally between five of the Panach' bottles, making sure the water levels all line up. And that's 250/5=50mL that I need..."

A luxury
By this time, the water had started boiling. And that's when I realized that I was measuring water for soup, not measuring rocket fuel for a spaceflight. And that I get waaay too caught up in solving a problem when it's not that important. So what I ended up doing was just eyeballing half of coffee cup (125mL) and then eyeballed 1/5 to 1/4 (right around the 50mL I needed). After all...soup, not rocket fuel.

Ok, so I didn't actually do that much math. But I *almost* did. So, stay in school, kids. Or...move to Europe. Whatever.


Also, if someone had told me how nasty the "soup" was going to be, I wouldn't have wasted my time thinking about it. I wouldn't even have wasted boiling the water to make it. I ate about three spoonfuls and then threw out the rest. (And then I tried to calculate how much water was in those three spoonfuls....kidding.)

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I'm sorry if you came here for actual math and were sorely disappointed. I won't leave you that way. I'll leave you with an actual math problem that I ironically came across in the book I was reading - Simple Genius by David Baldacci - on the same day as my kitchen mathematics:

"Suppose I'm a grandfather, and I have a grandson who is about as many days old as my son is weeks old. And my grandson is as many months old as I am in years. Together, we all are 140 years old. How old am I (the grandfather) in years?"

Have fun! and STOP HERE if you want to do the problem on your own. Otherwise, read below to follow the method I took. At the very bottom is the answer.

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Here's my approach:

Variables:
O=grandfather (old), S=son, Y=grandson (young)
d=age in days, w=age in weeks, m=age in months, y=age in years

Assumptions (facts):
7 days = 1 week
52 weeks = 1 year
12 months = 1 year

The Problem / Givens (in equation format):
Yd = Sw ... (Grandson is as many days old as son is weeks old)
Ym = Oy ... (Grandson is as many months old as grandfather is years old)
Yy + Sy + Oy = 140 ... (All three ages together are 140 years old)

The Solution:
Ym = 12Yy   [fact]
Ym = Oy   [given]
thus
12Yy = Oy   [1]

Yy + Sy + Oy = 140   [given]
using [1] substitution
Yy + Sy + 12Yy = 140   [2]

Sw = 52Sy   [fact]
Yd = Sw   [given]
thus
Yd = 52Sy
Sy = Yd/52   [3]

Yd = Yy*52*7   [fact, days = years * 52weeks/year *7 days/week]
Yd = 364Yy   [4]

Combining [3] and [4]
Sy = Yd/52 = (364Yy)/52 = 7Yy
Sy = 7Yy   [5]

Yy + Sy + 12Yy = 140   [from [2]]
substitute [5]
Yy + 7Yy + 12Yy = 140
20Yy = 140
Yy = 7   [6]

12Yy = Oy   [from [1]]
substitute [6]
12*7 = Oy
Oy = 84   [7]

Yy + Sy + Oy = 140   [given]
sub [6] and [7]
7 + Sy + 84 = 140
Sy = 49   [8]

So there you are. The grandfather is 84 years old. The son is 49 years, and the grandson 7 years.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Of Cults and Humanity

So, today someone definitely attempted to talk to me about joining what I can only interpret to be a cult.

As I was walking down the street this morning, there was a couple - probably in their 50s or 60s - standing on the sidewalk, holding a book, just staring around. As I approached them, I assumed they were from out of town and needed directions. Sure enough, as I near them, they make to talk to me, so I remove my earbuds and prepare myself to be able to say where the library is, or else, "Sorry, I'm not from here, I can't help you. Here's a map."

La Révélation d'Arès
Oh how wrong was my assumption. She started off by indicating the book she was holding - La Révélation d'Arès - and asking if I was familiar with it or its author, Michel Potay. I say no, and she starts into her spiel...I can't even remember what all she said. But the gist was essentially, "Well, we're a spiritual group - not religious, because that sometimes scares people. We believe in being kind to everyone and helping mankind. We have meetings and outings sometimes at X Y Z place, and the book is available in stores, if you're interested..." And I was about to just politely brush her off and say "no thanks," but then I figured, what the hay, no harm in listening to her talk for awhile; after all, it is in French and I'm here to better my French. Plus this will probably make a good story.

And it does. She continues to talk, and that's when I start to realize this probably really is some type of cult..."A little history on us: Jesus came to France during the 70's - 40 times between Jan.15 and April.13, 1974 to be exact - and talked to Brother Michael (the author) about such and such. And then God manifested himself in visions to Brother Michael - five times between Oct.2 and Nov.22, 1977. And he wrote this book, revealing what was told to him and how we should live our lives. And it doesn't matter if you believe or not, what matters is that this book can show us how to make the world a better place. Basically we believe, 'the solution to the problems on Earth is found in the heart of the individual, whether they're a believer or not, and not in the dogmas and laws of the masses; man can do without religious and political systems to change himself for the better, and as a result, change the world.'*"

[*Can't remember her exact words, but this is what a statement on their website says (translated by yours truly), and what she said was basically the same thing, but more detailed.]

Me, all the while she's talking
And so it continued for a good 10 minutes while I just stood there and listened. Eventually it started to rain, and her spiel was coming to a close, so she took that moment to say thanks for listening, here's a pamphlet, have a good day.

Look, I'm all for being a better person, helping others, being a benefit to humankind, and etc. But I'm pretty sure I can do that on my own. If I did it with them, I'm sure I'd be invited to drink some Kool-Aid or clean some carpets at some point in time.

But, if you are interested in learning more of what I heard, here's their website: http://www.revelation-ares.info/ (only in French, unfortunately). And for a little more info on them, as translated from their pamphlet: "Who are we? We are believers and humanists with an intense spiritual life who base their personal and social lives on La Révélation d'Arès. From different and diverse social and cultural backgrounds, we are forming a natural movement of free and progressive faith, non-religious and non-political, without leaders or a hierarchy, with no other rules for personal and social conduct except to practice good."

So, that was a fun morning. Hope you enjoyed the tale. I'll talk to you guys later - I'm off to go have my feet read by reincarnated Jesus/Buddha...

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

France vs. USA

And now a list of things I've come across that are different in France than in America. For your general knowledge and your reading pleasure:



-Ice. What is ice? I'm not sure the French know. I literally have yet to see an ice cube anywhere. Not in the restaurants or anything. They simply do not use the stuff. I miss ice.

-It is not uncommon at restaurants to be seated at the same table as strangers. They're "efficient" that way, I guess. If there's a table with 8 chairs, they will sit you and your friend at the end, and then a party of three right beside you, and then another party of two at the other end. All at the same table. Bon appetit.

-Similarly, when you get a drink at a restaurant, they don't subscribe to the whole "fountain drink" idea. They bring you a glass and a can/bottle of soda/beer/water. And that is your drink for the meal - drink sparingly. Some places will have a 'carafe d'eau' or water-pitcher for the table, which is free and replenishable. But their drinks are expensive...like 2 or 3 bucks for a bottle of soda or bottle of water with your meal. (And, yes, you heard me, pretty much every restaurant has beer/wine as a drink selection, even in the morning/afternoon. And yes people drink it.)

The word "ubiquitous" mean anything to you?
-People also smoke all the time. More so than in America, obviously. But there are "tabac" stores everywhere - basically a convenience store that pretty much only sells tobacco products, lotto tickets, newspapers and drinks. Every corner. And the high schoolers smoke. Right outside the school doors. Seriously, walk by a high-school at any point in the day and they'll be out there smoking. It's the norm. Also, you will be assailed on an hourly basis on the streets with people asking if you have an extra cigarette or a light. So I think I'm going to start wearing a sandwich board that says "Je ne fume pas" (I don't smoke) in order to make my walking around town less bothersome.

-There are also Pharmacy's all over the place. I'm not really sure why, but they're everywhere. And they're not even like a CVS with a selection of convenience store products and etc...it's just medicine. And there's one on every street. I haven't decided if the French are the healthiest or the sickest people on the planet.

-More building found everywhere: We Buy Gold! stores, small grocery stores (with 8-10 aisles), driving schools, and random museums/exhibits of all sizes. (This was a sandwich shop yesterday...Well, now it's an exhibit on Limoges' porcelain plates from the 1950s.)

-I am recalled to the Dave Chappelle bit about figuring out he's in the ghetto, "Gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store - wait, we're in the ghetto!" Except here it's like, "Tabac, tabac, pharmacy, cafe, cafe, pharmacy...whoa, we're in France!"

You can see the "listings" on the windows.
-Also found all over the place are real-estate offices. There's really not that much real-estate in the city (since it is an actual city), but these buildings are everywhere. And what they do is have their listings printed out on info sheets and stuck to their windows. So you'll see people stopping at these windows all the time to look at the listings...but I have yet to see anyone actually go into one of these storefronts. I don't know how they're paying their building rent, honestly.


-Speaking of going into buildings: every single shop has their own hours. Yes, that's kind of true in America, but at least in the US, you know that business workplaces will usually be open 9-5 during the week, and customer service / food / retail will be open 9-9ish. Here, everyone just decides when they want to be open. They all have their hours printed on their doors. It is not uncommon to see: "Mon: 11-5, Tues: 10-2 and 4-7, Wed: Closed, Thurs: 3-7, Fri: 10-3 and 5-7, Sat: 10-4, Sun: Closed." I am not kidding. Every. Single. Store. Bookstore, craft store, optometrist, burger joint, grocery store, library, gov't building, driving school, etc.

-Their grocery stores aren't huge superstores like we have. The majority of their "big" ones are more similar to our medium sized, and those are found on the outskirts of town (where you'd need a car to get to). The grocery stores in the city are smaller, and often times they are further broken down in to specialized stores: bread shop, wine shop, cheese shop, frozen foods shop (seriously, there is one beside my apartment), etc.

-I know bread-wine-cheese is a French stereotype. But it exists because it's TRUE. Every grocery store will have a whole wall of fresh bread every day. Baguettes of all sizes and all types of grain/wheat. Wine? Even the small grocery stores will dedicate an entire aisle to wine. And don't get me started on cheese...they have a thousand different flavors and everywhere you turn there is more cheese. I'm serious. Look at the following picture of my first grocery store trip - keep in mind my French teacher-contact was with me making suggestions and putting things in my cart. It is almost half comprised of cheese:

A: Cheese-flavored chips, B: Individual cheese for eating / use on baguette, C: Grated-cheese (3 packs!) for putting on pasta, D: A hunk of cheese because why not ... the only reason I didn't have sliced cheese for my sandwiches was because I insisted I had enough

-Also, the restaurants all have their menus posted in their windows with the prices (and if not, at least their main items or something like "Appetizer+Entree+Dessert = 14 Euro" on a chalkboard outside.) So it's the norm just to walk down the street, stop and look at a menu, and continue on walking if it doesn't suit you. That's kind of nice.

-Eating. When you eat, they are not in a rush, and you are not in a rush. They will take their time to serve you, but it's not rude, it's just the lifestyle. Equally, you can sit at your table for however long you want after you're done eating and they will not feel agitated or try to usher you out. It's partially their more ... 'respectful' (?)... approach to eating and leisure time. (As evidenced by their store hours, and the fact that schools and workplaces have lunches that can be 2+ hours long). It's also due in part to the fact that...

-...you don't really tip in France. I know, it seems exceptionally odd, but it's just how they operate. I assume their waitstaff gets paid better than ours on an hourly basis, obviously, but it still strikes me as odd. I remembered this from my studies and being here last time...but even so, I tipped my cab driver (from train station to hotel), and it wasn't a big tip (like, one Euro), and he was still shocked, and didn't really know what to do. Oh well, I guess that offsets the higher prices of food and whatnot.

-Those base prices being more like 6-8Euro ($9-12) for a burger/sandwich combo at a somewhat quick restaurant or cafe, and 12-18Euro ($20-28) for an app+entree+dessert at a somewhat 'casual dining' place. I have yet to eat at a more expensive place, but I'm sure they exist. I can avoid them, however, by paying attention to their prices/menus posted on their door :)

-And their money is different, obviously. Euros, not dollars.

Typical street lined with cafes
-Also, cafes are everywhere. Since this is a city (like big cities in US, I'm sure), all the storefronts are part of the same building, so you will see a cafe squished between a myriad of other stores all up and down the streets. But many times in a "square" (like, townsquare, etc), you will be surrounded by cafes on top of cafes, most having the majority of their seating outside with little room inside.

-You hear cafe, you think coffee. Yes, they drink coffee all the time. Much like many Americans, they will drink it in the morning and late morning. And afternoon. And they have coffee machines at work. And those vending-machine, one-serve-cup coffee things in buildings, too. And at every meal it's almost understood that you will have a coffee (usually an espresso) at the end of the meal. Too bad I don't really drink coffee.

-Speaking of meals and pricing...taxes are included in everything. Whether at a restaurant or the grocery store or the mall, when you see a price of 14,50Euro - it will cost you exactly fourteen-Euros and fifty-cents, no more, no less. So that's really nice that you always know what you're getting into and the math is easy.

-And no, you did not misread, I did type "14,50" with a comma. Because they inverse the commas and periods in numbers over here. A price tag is 14,50 or 1450 NOT $14.50. One million is 1.000.000, NOT 1,000,000.

-Also, their telephones are ten digits, listed in sets of two: 05.55.45.62.14 for example. And the date months/days are switched: Sept 25, 2012 = 25/9/12. And they use military time: 2pm = 14h. They also use an "h" instead of a colon...9:30am = 9h30

-Their addresses are similar to ours, but their street signs are not on poles. They are on placards/signs that are affixed to the side/corner of the building on that street. And they're blue squares, as opposed to green skinny rectangles. And many of their streets are named after someone famous, and will have the dates they lived and why they were famous (mayor, mathematician, etc) listed on bottom of sign.

The view from my hotel. Note the cars.
-And what will you see on these roads? Yes, pedestrians - it is a city, after all. But as far as cars go: if you've seen one, you've seen them all. Seriously, I can honestly say that 95% of their cars are all small sedans similar to a Ford Fiesta or Nissan Versa. They are all manual and they are all hatchbacks. I have seen literally ZERO trucks or SUVs, maybe one or two vans, and one or two cars bigger than the norm (like a CR-V or other crossovers). But yeah, it doesn't matter the brand: Citroen, Peugeot, Renault (or even the occasional Ford or Honda)...they are all the same car. One of these things isn't not like the others; one of these things isn't not the same...

-Also, if you were confused: the French drive on the right side of the road like Americans. It's the Brits that drive on the wrong side - er, left side - not all of Europe.

-What else random...when you walk into a restaurant or shop of any kind you always say "Bonjour" to the people who are working. Always. Even if you're just browsing or know exactly what you're looking for, or if they seem busy, whether they see you or not, or whatever. You always walk in and say "Bonjour." You do the same to anyone anytime you meet them for a mere moment - in an elevator, standing in a room with them for more than 3 seconds, entering an office full of people. It's just what you do.

Faire la bise
 -When you meet people, you do the cheek-kiss: faire la bise. It's like a handshake over here. They still do handshakes and not everyone kisses (and not strangers), but it's very much a part of life...girl/boy, girl/girl, boy/boy, friends, colleagues, family, etc. Depending on what part of France you're in, it's one, two, three or four kisses. (Limoges is two.) And you don't actually kiss the cheek, just the air beside the cheek.

-And they have different pronouns for "you" (like other languages) to use depending on your relationship with the person. "Tu" is more informal whereas "vous" is more formal and respectful.

-Also, they don't do big trips to grocery store like us. More so, they will stop by every day or every other day and pick up what they need to restock. Mainly baguettes and fruits/vegetables.

-Due to how they process or package it (not sure), they sell milk unrefrigerated, and you don't need to refrigerate it until after you open it.

Shopping bag from "Carrefour" grocery.
-And they don't give out plastic or paper bags. You have to bring your own reusable grocery bag. (They do sell them at the store, but you buy one and keep bringing it with you until it dies). Also, for those "bigger" trips, they have bags that are similar in shape and size to a small suitcase that you can pull your groceries home in. I know it's the norm here, but it's still amusing to me to see a huge, 6-foot tall, jacked muscle guy with a crew cut and a square jaw pulling around a floral pattern basket with baguettes and pink toilet paper sticking out the top.

-Yeah, their toilet paper is pink. And their flushers are often times not levers, put rather a button on top that you push, or a 'dipstick'-type thing that you pull up.

-And if you need to use a public restroom, be prepared to pay. Sure they have them in restaurants for free, but the bathrooms in parks or train stations or stand-alone in the street, it will cost you between 50c and a dollar.

-In many buildings and houses, the toilet is in one room and the shower/sink is in another.

-And shower curtains aren't necessarily used. Most showers have the removable shower heads that you can use to "hose yourself off" or whatever, and I guess they don't think you need a curtain for that. My last time here, my host family did not have a curtain. This time I do...but it's pathetic - it doesn't cover the whole gap, and it's made of the same material as a cheap, plastic picnic tablecloth, no lie.
French power outlet

-Electric outlets are different.

-Air conditioning is more rare than common. Heat they have. But AC is a 'luxury', and if you do have it, it's often a window box (not central air).

-And they seem cold all the time. I see people wearing sweaters and jackets on top of them when it's 70 degrees out. I'm interested to see what winter will be like. Perhaps they hibernate, like bears.

-Male fashion? They are slightly more "fashionable" with less t-shirts and jeans (though you do still see them). But they also accept man-pri's (capri's for men), scarves whenever, man purses (almost every guy around her has one), skinny jeans, etc. I haven't seen too many berets, though.

-Their school hours are from 8-6, but with a long lunch break therein.

-They are very gesticulate (making gestures) with their hands and mouths/faces when they're talking. And onomatopoeia words are just as important as actual words. I literally overhead an exchange that was verbatim: "Ah, salut, vous ah-ah-ah, le, le, le brrrrreeeeh, shtick-shtack, eh?" "Mais, non avec le tac-tac-tac, baaah, mais, oui le cahaaahaa, cleeeek. Tchatchatcha."

-They have ketchup-flavored potato chips, and ketchup is a condiment offered at their Subway's - a common one, too, judging by how many people got it on their sandwich while I was waiting in line there. Though I have yet to see or be offered any ketchup packets or ketchup bottles at restaurants where they serve burgers, fries, etc.

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Every time I come across a new French idiosyncrasy, I recall myself back to the title of a book we read in college called "Pas si fous, ces Francais!" - "They're not so crazy, these French!" - that explains these differences. So, I try to tell myself they're not crazy, they're just different. They're French. After all, we must look pretty silly to them. I bet they have a book called "Not so crazy, just American!" And they probably have blog posts similar to mine:

-These Americans, I tell you... Ice. This stuff is everywhere. Yes, ice - as in, snow and glaciers. They use it all the time, especially at restaurants. Where they also refill your drink NON-STOP...it's a wonder they don't have to pee all the time. (Which, if they did, it'd be okay because they don't charge for their bathrooms, which is nice.) And then I tried to kiss a guy I just met, and he punched me in the face...

Monday, September 24, 2012

Part Deux

Last left I was in my hotel in Limoges. Friday morning the teacher who is my point-of-contact at the school I'll be teaching at came to get me at 10am, and from then until 6pm it was go-go-go all over the place. She took me to the apartment/dormitory complex I'm staying at and filled out some papers and talked to the lady who runs it, etc. Then we walked around a little and drove around with her showing me the school I'll be at and a couple other building where I have meetings and have to turn in some paperwork, etc. And we went grocery shopping. And went to the bank to try to get my acct set up (but of course there was some paperwork I didn't have, so it had to wait until today). And she helped me look over a thousand different paperwork items that I have to turn. And attempted to get a cell phone, but that's still up in the air. It was a crazy busy day.

Groceries: loaf bread, chips (flavor: cheese), milk, cereal, toilet paper, paper towels, chocolate cookie/biscuits, bite-size cheese, apricot preserves, beef something-or-other in a can, pasta sauce, just-add-water soup, butter, pasta, ham, tuna, more pasta, grated cheese (for pasta), more cheese

But I got back to my apt around 6ish and ate some dinner (sandwich, chips, easy). Let me tell you...I don't think I'm ever going to commit a crime because I have had a glimpse of what prison would be like, and I do not like it. I'm sitting in my barren room, no TV and no Internet, already read the one book I brought, don't know anyone, everything's practically closed by 7...it's madness. And then I can't sleep at night - I guess it's still the jet lag and acclamation. I don't know, hopefully that will get better.

I didn't really do too much on Saturday, slept late after having not slept the night before. Ate some lunch, then went to the library for some hours while they were open to use the internet. Then back to the apt for more...nothingness. There's only so many times you can rearrange the five personal items you have, and then go through your pictures/documents on your computer while listening to music, lol. Oh, also, a fun time with electricity problems that evening [to follow].

Just a small portion of the Jardin de l'Evêché
Then Sunday I once again slept late, ate some food, and decided to walk around the town. I left around 1:30ish, made my way to the school I'm teaching at (because I had to be there Monday morning to take a tour and meet people, so I wanted to make sure I knew how to get there), then I walked around that side of town that I hadn't explored yet. And I made my way to this enormous garden-type area at an old bishopric. It was really pretty, and I'll have pictures eventually, but I didn't take my camera with me that day, so I'll have to go back and take some pictures. In the meantime, if you would like to get an idea of it, just go to GoogleMaps and search "Jardin de l'eveche, Limoges, France" ("the garden of the bishopric") and zoom in on the satellite view and explore. After that I meandered around town some more and ended up back at my apt to do a bunch of nothing again (because everything is closed here on Sundays).

And now it's 4:45pm on Monday and I have gotten up early actually (8am, after more fitful sleep, unfortunately) to meet my teacher at the high school and meet some of her (my) colleagues and tour (part of) the school. It's a really big building, but they evidently only have about 2,000 students? Again, pictures to come - here is the only (tiny) picture I could find online of it. So I was there for about an hour, then went back to the apt to take a nap, then grabbed some lunch around 1pm, then had a bank appointment at 2pm. And then came to the library to once again use internet and make this update.

My teacher says my French is really good and that I comprehend everything great - at least that's what she tells everyone we meet. (Er, she's either saying that I understand French well or that "my yesterday canary drops under surface umbrella"...one of those two.) And I do find I understand a majority of what everyone is saying - at least catching their meaning if not understanding every single last word. Especially technical words. And those who speak with certain dialects that I'm not used to. But I do feel somewhat accomplished when I follow a conversation, and particularly when I hold my own convo with people (even if I struggle through it at parts). Like the convo I had with my neighbor on Saturday...

Bane of my existence.
Because I got home on Saturday night/afternoon after my wanderings and realized that I did not have electricity. The following took place over the course of a good 1.5/2 hours: I tried to fool with the fuse box (since it's located inside my apt) and get things back working. I flipped all the breakers up and pushed the two buttons marked "test" and flipped things on and off...basically pressing my luck and hoping I didn't set the building on fire. After that proved unfruitful, I figured I had to get some help...but no one was working the front desk since it's the weekend. But I went down there anyways to see if there was an emergency number posted, which there was, so I jotted that down. Went back to my room and hoped it had magically fixed itself while I was gone - sadly, it had not.  (This did not deter me from constantly flipping the light switches - just in case. I was like someone with short-term memory problems...maybe they'll work NOW...nope...oh, maybe they'll work NOW...nope...I was like someone with short-term memory problems...er, I just said that. Sheesh, I'm just like someone with short-term memory problems. Oh, and the lights...nope, nevermind, not yet.)

Anyways, I thought maybe I should ask a neighbor if they are familiar with how the fuse box worked, and maybe it was a common problem that they'd know how to fix. So first I had to look up the french word for fuse box - la boite à fusibles - because who knows that? And then prepare my opening speech in my head - "Hi, this is odd, but I'm your neighbor, I just moved here, I'm American, my electricity is not working, you can to help me fix now with please yes ok also?..." Or something like that. Then I decided against it and trekked back downstairs, like that was going to do something. Oh, I forgot to mention I don't have a french cell phone yet, so that's why I hadn't yet called the emergency number. But upon re-entering the lobby, I see they have a payphone, huzzah! So I make my way over to it...and it only takes check cards, no change. Fantastic. So I go back upstairs again (no, the lights still weren't working, despite my flipping the switches again. And again.)

I made up my mind that I needed to ask a neighbor. So I knocked on the door beside mine - no answer. Next door down - hooray, a nice girl answered. I explained my situation and she said she's not sure why it would do that, and that it's obviously just my room since the lights in her room were working, and she suggests I look at my info packet for apt to search for someone to call. Basically, not too much help, but at least she was nice. So I went back to my room - lights still not working - and searched for my info packet. But then realized I already had the number (from downstairs), so I decided to say to heck with the exorbitant rates, I'm going to turn on my US cell phone and call for help. But of course it can't even get reception for me to call. Fantastic.

I was going to resign myself to waiting until Monday and just do without electricity (because it was light until 8ish, and I had nothing to do after then anyways except sleep or use computer). But then I realized my fridge wasn't keeping things cool and I needed to preserve them if possible. So I decided to ask my neighbor if she would keep them until Monday. So I went back to her room, knocked, "Hi, me again, sorry...", and she said she could hold on to them if it wasn't too much (it wasn't). And she said she'd found the emergency number, but I said I didn't have a phone yet, so she said I could use hers. (She was a lifesaver). So I called the number (evidently another apt complex nearby or something), and tried to speak with them. They kept using this one word I didn't know - le disjoncteur - saying I had to find it before they could help me. I thought they were talking about our handyman, and I'm like, I don't know where he is. After a good back-and-forth, I asked my new friend what this word meant and she points to the fuse box...not fair, they were using a *different* word for it than I had looked up. Lame. So I went to my room and assured them that all the levers were in "up" position, and eventually they said they'd dispatch someone. I thanked my friend for the use of her phone and made my way back to my room.

So 30/45 min later, a guy shows up, looks at my fuse box, pushes this one button (that I *swear* I pushed before) and it comes on. I feel like an idiot. But then I'm like, "Ok, but why did it go off in first place?" So we start fooling with light switches and stuff, and eventually get to my kitchen burners and discover that one of them is faulty and causes the breakers to trip. His solution: don't use that burner until Monday when the regular maintenance guy can fix it. Fine. I didn't bother my new friend (Claire) to get my food back: one - because it was getting on in the evening and I didn't want to bother her for a *third* time, and two - because my fridge hadn't regained it's coolness yet.  So that was a fun evening. (I got my food back yesterday - Sunday - afternoon).

And thus we arrive at the end of this entry. Stay tuned for an extensive and amusing at look the differences between France and the US that I've come across.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

J'arrive

I made it.  Unscathed, un-robbed, etc. The jet lag kicked my butt for awhile, but I think I'm OK now.

Limoges, in relation to Paris

Plane left Charlotte at noon and got into Newark around 2pm, waited there for 4 hours (ate some overpriced food, read, etc). Plane took off sometime after 6pm US time and landed in France at 8am local time (ie, 2am US time). The plane trip wasn't too bad. I was on the window seat of a three person row, and my bookbag was kinda too fat to fit under the seat, so it was between my feet the whole time, so my feet were confined as to where they could be. Before the plane took off I went to use the bathroom, someone was in there and the flight attendant said I needed to sit down for the safety demonstration, then I could use the bathroom. So I sat down in an empty seat right by the bathroom as the demonstration went on. Then, after it was over, another flight attendant came by and said, you can't stand up / walk / use the bathroom while we're on the runway... I guess they had backed up during the demonstration? Whatever the reason, I had to sit in not-my-seat (while having to use the bathroom!) for a good thirty minutes while we taxied, took off, and waited for the seatbelt sign to go off. Then I finally used the bathroom and got back to my seat. I watched a movie (21 Jump Street), and they served dinner. Then I tried to sleep - fitfully, on and off. Then we landed. (By now I'd been up about 19 hours with a few hours of fitful sleep. Now, keep in mind my body is telling me it's like 2am.)

So I get off the plane, go through this maze of a line to get into the airport, wait for my luggage, then went to search for the train station (that is in the Charles de Gaulle airport). I used my first French of the trip to ask someone where the station was. (They said "downstairs"), So I toted my luggage (20lbs backpack, pillow, 40lbs rolling-suitcase, and 47lbs rolling suitcase) through the airport, down some escalators and got to...the tram. So I had to take that shuttle to the other side of the airport to get to the train area. I got off, wheeled my luggage around some more, found the train area (which I recalled from my last time being there upon my viewing it). I went to a ticket machine to buy a ticket to Limoges...and it said I couldn't purchase that ticket at the machine. So, I had to go stand in line at the ticket booth for about 30/45min. When I got to the counter, I actually spoke all in French (as did the lady) and understood the majority of what she said - sweet. I ended up buying the Carte 12-25 (which is a young person's discount card for the trains) and the ticket (which was a series of tickets, I had to first take a train to a station in Paris, switch lines, then get to the station that went to Limoges). The discount card and ticket cost me right at 100Euro (about $140).

Train. That is all.
By now it's about 9am local (3am US), so I lug my suitcases to the  platform and wait a few minutes for the train from the Airport to the station Saint-Michel / Notre Dame. (It was pretty brisk...about 50 degrees F, so I put on my light hoodie out of suitcase.) That trip took about 10 min (about 6 or 7 stops). Then I got off there, went up (down?, I don't remember) some escalators and a few flights of stairs (yes, stairs, with two 40+ pound suitcases, one at a time of course), then got on another train to ride for a few stops to the Gare d'Austerlitz, which is a hub for the Paris-trains, and the larger tracks that go all across France. I toted my junk up and down a few more flights of stairs and escalators (yes, more stairs, fun times). Then arrived at the waiting platforms around 10:15am (4:15pm US), and my train wasn't until 12:45pm. So I sat and read for a while, and I ate some of the snacks I brought. Then I was thirsty and had to pee, so I went to the bathroom (cost me 75c, pretty standard for a public toilet in France) and washed my face, then I bought some water, and punched my ticket (something you have to do before you get on a train in France). I then sat back down and snacked and slept on and off mini-naps for two hours. Then I went to my platform and got on the train and stowed my luggage. The train left and I read [this book] and snacked a little (I guess I snacked a lot because my body didn't know what was going). The guy checked my ticket, and then for the next 3.5/4 hours I tried to sleep.

I arrived in Limoges around 4 or 5pm local time (10/11am US) and am now up for 26 hours with two periods of 3 hour-fitful-sleep (plane and train). I disembark the train and make my way to the exit to flag a taxi. I take the taxi to the hotel I'd reserved (less than a mile away, cost me $10, didn't care, I was tired and didn't feel like toting all my luggage around the streets that far). Checked in with the guy at front desk (the owner/manager, etc). My room was on the 4th floor, no elevator of course, so I hefted all my stuff up the stairs. This isn't like a Sheraton or Holiday Inn...rather it's like a small town hotel you'd see in the movies (or find in France everywhere), and my room is small with a bed, table/chair, tv, sink and bidet. The toilet is in one room at the end of hall, the shower in another at the other end. I slept for about 2 hours, then decided I was hungry. I didn't feel like exploring the city at night (as nightfall was approaching now), so I decided to eat whatever came along first. I was expecting a grocery store or something, but as I was walking down the street, a Subway appears! (Yes, the sandwich shop we all know and love). So I decided to get food there, which I did and took it back to the 'hotel'. (Footlong turkey cost ~$8.50, so yes, their food is more expensive). Ate it back at hotel, tried to log on to wifi networks, but all were password protected. Took a glorious shower and brushed my teeth (it had been about 31 hours in the same clothes with no shower/teethbrush and that's having been on 2 planes, 3 airports, 4 trains, etc) Read a little more, then went to sleep around 9pm local (3pm US). Woke up at 3am local (9pm US) and tossed turned for 30min, then went back to bed.

We Buy Gold!
Slept until 8:30/9am local (3am US) and had alarm set so I could eat breakfast downstairs. Cost another $9 but it was in the hotel and whatever. It was coffee, orange juice, a croissant and a half-baguette. I drank the drinks (coffee included which I'm not the biggest fan of...but I'm in France and was tired, so), ate the croissant w/ some butter, and ate half of the half-baguette w/ strawberry preserves. I took the other half (and packet of honey) to my room to save for lunch. I went back upstairs and decided to seek out the library for some WiFi. I asked the manager where the library was (which made me laugh in my head because "Where is the library?" - "Où est la bibliothèque?" - is such a cliche beginner's French / hear it on those "teach yourself French" tapes / etc). And he said turn right out of here, and follow it straight down. Ok, so I took my backpack with me, and wore a hoodie (because again, it was brisk). There were signs that said "library - this way" that I followed for probably a mile or so, and I found it without too much difficulty. It was about 10:30am at this time...aaaand the library doesn't open until 1 - awesome. So I turn around and walk back to hotel - I didn't mind too much, it was a decent day and nice to get out and see part of the city. On the way back, I happened to pass the Office of Tourism, so I got a map of the city from there (free - most French cities have this Tourism office w/ free maps and city events and people to answer questions, etc). I passed many buildings and stores, obviously, ranging from restaurants to Pharmacies to a huge high school (not the one I'm at) even to "We Buy Gold!" stores (which evidently exist everywhere in the world).

I get back and decide to read and/or nap until 1. However, I really end up laying in bed talking to myself in French (in my head) and looking up a ton of words in my French-English dictionary. I eat my leftover baguette and some granola bars for lunch and head back out to the library around 2. (I'd put on my jacket, but had to take it off because it had gotten warm). I got there, went inside, past the front desk, sat down, pulled out laptop, pulled up internet...and you have to put in your library card number / name. So I go to the help desk and explain (in French) that I'm here to teach, I need a library card, don't have a French social security number or address yet (will be getting that Friday), etc. She says it's cool, everything's free, they just need identity (passport) and address to issue the card. She said to explain my situation to front desk and they'd be able to help. So I do, but the frontdesk lady says she needs the address of where I'll be living in order to issue the card, it's mandatory. Fine, I'll be back tomorrow. I walk back to the hotel, and notice on his little sign it says WiFi...so I ask and he says yes, here's the password.  To think, all this time I could've had access. Oh well. I have it now, so I logged on and checked Facebook/email...and then typed this.

So there you are, the first adventures of Andrew in France. I'll probably chill in my room a little more, go find some dinner, and then tomorrow morning the teacher from my school will arrive to take me to my housing and do errands (like open a bank account, fill out paperwork for social security, etc).

The dinner I found. And yes, that giant key was actually my room key.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Bonjour et Bienvenue

Hello and welcome!

I'm here in Limoges, France to be an English language teaching assistant. This blog shall serve as my open letter to the world, documenting my time here and expressing my quirky thoughts of life in Franceland.

The great thing about a blog is that I don't have to try to email a thousand different people the same stories, and anyone can easily access this, and I can include pictures and hyperlinks. And etc.

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