musings of a twenty-something bilingual
Determined to see more of France, I hastily reserved an Airbnb in one of France's major cities. For an entire week... Of all my time spent in France (literally since birth), I have visited Dordogne, Rouen, Normandy and Paris and of course, have lived in Libourne, therefore spent time in Bordeaux too. Oh, and Arcachon… Continue reading year abroad :: toulouse
Petit à petit, peu à peu*, whatever you want to call it...I'm happy to announce that my French is improving. I'm slightly wary of stating that with too much excitement, especially as not a day goes by where I don't use wordreference.com - my absolute language-learning best friend. But, I do feel that French is finally coming… Continue reading year abroad :: au fur et à mesure
If things couldn’t get any more infuriating here in Libourne, I woke up on Friday morning with five mosquito bites. I went to bed knowing full-well that one was flying about my room, but it of course did not want to be caught. So I left it, and hid under my duvet (which isn’t really… Continue reading year abroad :: to lose, to find
Today I am totally feeling Autumn and all things Halloween. I am in no way party to celebrating evil spirits etcetera etcetera but I love a good spooky bash. The release of Stranger Things 2 is only aiding the spooky feels, and the current burn-out stage means a good binge in bed (with a sick… Continue reading year abroad :: the glory of fall
*Disclaimer: This is along the lines of a rant.* I'm feeling a little regretful that I lost track of journaling my days here in Libourne, especially when it comes to a writing a new blog post, but when I'm alone, I just want peace. Or, my bed. I just want to shut my eyes and… Continue reading year abroad :: frustration
Finally!!! I have time for a blog post. So I’ve officially been in France three weeks as of tonight. I can’t believe three weeks ago I was on a plane to Bergerac. I genuinely never expected to feel quite as home as this. Of course, it’s not simple. Every day there is something new I… Continue reading year abroad :: short but sweet
I thought Sundays were lazy in England, but no, the French are masters of the laid-back Sunday. I woke up early this morning to the meowing of my host's cat, which had decided to perch itself on my wooden balcony, right outside the door next to my bed. As sweet as this good morning was,… Continue reading life :: lazy day
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