I literally feel like I’m on an extended spring break. And I’m never coming home. Only joking, but really, if it wasn’t for missing people, I would totally consider staying here. So far this week, I’ve had one class. ONE. And I don’t have another until tomorrow, when I have two, one of which involves a field trip to a museum followed by dinner and wine at a cafe. This is the life. So if I don’t actually come home on June 1, you can find me at a beach in the south of France.
I haven’t really done anything terribly exciting and touristy in the past week.. it’s kind of weird being all the way here and doing mundane things like running errands, but I guess I’m actually living here, so I have to do those things too. And let me just tell you, these people here make running errands twice as hard as they should be. I had to go to the bank 4 times last week to do something that should’ve taken one time. And signed a bunch of papers that were all in French, so who knows what I’ve done.. probably sold my first-born child. Also, just in case you were ever considering renting an apartment in Nice, DO NOT rent through Giletta Immobilier. They were the company the school recommended, and they are absolutely horrible. It’s like they’ve never rented out apartments before. The first day I got here they informed my poor jetlagged self that I had to pay January AND February’s rent, along with an agency fee of 320 euros that they never even told me existed. So of course I had to use a credit card, because actually I don’t carry around 900 euros. And yesterday they informed me that they had to pay a 12 euro fee to process the credit transaction, so I owed that. WHAT?? Of course there was a fee! Credit card companies always charge a fee, which is usually absorbed by the company!! Have they never used a credit card before? Not to mention the fact that I’m desperately trying to get internet in my apartment, and am only waiting on France Telecom to come install it.. and they called yesterday to get my apartment number, which of course, I don’t even have. So I went to the real estate office to ask what my number is, because I can’t even buzz anyone in right now, and what do you know? The freaking company that rented out this apartment doesn’t even know what my apartment number is! Not only that, but they gave me a number that doesn’t even exist in this building. I hate them, and am going to tell all future Auburn students coming here to NOT rent from them. So unprofessional.
But aside from dealing with stupid things that all involve French people, I love it here. It’s bizarre, because I really don’t hang out with any French people. All of the international students just hang out together, so I really don’t mess with the French. Which is fine by me, because for most of them, the stereotypes are completely true.
As far as food goes, I can’t complain. I haven’t had anything to eat here that wasn’t completely delicious. Last week, I tried my first legit Croque Monsieur, which is really just a ham and cheese melt, but so good. I’ve also eaten lots of pizza, partially because there’s a pizza place right by my house which sells all sorts of pizza for 5 euros per pizza. Which would be an even better deal if I would eat the pizza for more than one meal, but I usually opt for eating it in one sitting. So yeah, I’m going to be a total fatty when I get back. Between pizza, gelato, and nutella, it’s inevitable. Our first holiday is in a week and a half, and I’m soooo excited!! We have a group of six girls going to Italy, and it’s going to be amazing! We’re going to Milan, Verona, Venice, Rome, and Florence, so it’s a pretty good tour of Italy. With the train system in Italy, it’s also going to be super cheap. And we’re staying in hostels, so that should be interesting. But you better believe we’re going to eat well while we’re there. Ahhhh, I can’t wait!!
But we’ve also got the Carnaval du Nice starting this Friday, so that’s really exciting too! I really don’t know much about Carnaval, but apparently it’s a big deal in a lot of places around the world, and Nice’s is one of the biggest. From what I can gather, it’s mostly just a lot of parades and such, but there’ll be a ton of tourists in town for those 3 weeks.. yes, 3 weeks. These people like to party.
For all of you people who told me that I was going to fall in love with a French boy, I have one thing to say: Yuck. French boys are the absolute worst. They’re incredibly rude, incredibly persistent, and for the most part, look like a bunch of guidos. I don’t know why they have such a reputation for being sexy, but just to clear it up, it’s not even a little bit true. They’re always trying to talk to us, and it’s really horrible. I was at the beach with some friends the other day, and one just walked up to one of my friends, sat down and starting talking to her, telling her he liked blondes and such. She kept reading her book, and he still stayed there for 10 minutes, pestering her. So rude. I don’t know why they think they have a chance.
Despite the fact that I obviously don’t care much for the French, I really do love it here. It’s beautiful, and I love that I’ve met so many new people from all over the world. It’s really eye-opening, and I’ve learned so much. And with that, I bid you adieu!
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