One More With Feeling

It feels truly bizarre to be saying this but the time has officially come to leave France.

I couldn't honestly begin to describe how quickly the last week has gone. On Monday, the English teachers organised a dinner at a creperie where they produced some lovely presents and paid for my delicious portion of a tartiflette crepe. My two favourite things mixed together, parfait.

On Tuesday, after work, maman et papa arrived from lovely Angleterre and I met them in the centre of town for a bite to eat. This was where my week got more exciting. On reversing out of our car space, ladies and gentlemen, the Wilkinson family (most of) had a small car crash. Just a clash of bumpers but nonetheless making a huge dent on my father's pride and joy and leaving us all just a little bitter.

Anyway, later that evening, we popped into BHV, my favourite bar/eatery in the centre of town for our long awaited dinner which did not fail to disappoint.

On Wednesday, I arrived at the college to be met with a slightly unusual sight. It was dressing up day, on the theme of a historical event or fact. All those who dressed up were parading on the playground. A group of boys were wearing nothing but a pair of hessian sack pants, had painted themselves black and were chained together with huge metal chains to demonstrate slavery. They even had a slave master with a top hat and a whip. Impressive. Others were dressed up as the revolution, there were even some who were the student protests, complete with the gendarmerie running in with a whistle and starting fights with the protesters.

That evening, we were invited to a family whose children I tutor and who have taken me under their wing during my time in Nogent. It was a great evening, a mixture of French and English conversation and a nice assortment of food. Ideal.

Thursday came around, my last day at work. It was an anti climax, as most things are that have been built up for so long. The day finished and I said goodbye to a few people and walked out the gates a free woman.

I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

Thursday evening, Rosslyn held a little evening for me as well, with some "champagne soup"; champagne, cointreau, sugar syrup and 'the juice of a lemon'. Delicious but somewhat lethal. As a parting/21st present, Rosslyn bought me a coffee machine, something I have always wanted. Roll on dinner parties with 'posh coffee' and a little chocolate on the side. How chic.

Yesterday we did what had to be done and made our way to Disneyland for an absolutely awesome day. I maintain the fact that you really don't need children as an excuse to get yourself down there. A good 9 hours at Disneyland was truly the best way to celebrate my last day in France and my upcoming birthday. When we got back at about 11, I tottered down to Vista Verde (where else?) and saw my birthday in in style, with a tasty cocktail and Ara.

What has struck me this week is the kindness that everybody has shown me. It's truly humbling and something which I will never forget.

Thank you France, for teaching me so much about your country, your people and my own country. Now I can officially say that I have lived in a country which completely closes down on a Sunday, thinks nothing of making you wait as long as you like for the smallest thing and which can officially make you the size of a whale with all its delicacies. Never again shall I eat a camembert that is not at the correct temperature, or say a goodbye without hunting for the English equivalent of "bonne continuation" (definitely the best thing to say when you're doing a massive goodbye and need something quick to say). I will always remember several evenings of crepes and cider, and those awkward moments when two people who just pretend to kiss on the cheek "kiss on the cheek" (it's just two people saying MWAH into the air and bashing cheeks).

I will return some day, to indulge in the quiet bliss of a French cafe, with an apricot topped pastry and a rich coffee. I'd say France has changed me in many ways. It's been a complete mix of the good and some bad (mostly good). I've met so many interesting people and had the opportunity to use my French (even in situations which I could never have imagined). It's been tough in a small town like Nogent but in true cliche style, I really think that being somewhere like this, especially when you live alone, can only serve to make you stronger.

So here it is, goodbye for now France. Goodbye and thank you to the people who made my stay a memorable one.

Penultimate

Well it feels truly bizarre to be saying this, but I now only have a week left in France, which means that this is also my penultimate blog post!

This week has been really busy and seems to have flown by like the others. On Tuesday, I had my last tutoring session with a family I've been working for since the start of term. That was a little strange but pretty handy really since my ideas were running extremely thin. On Wednesday evening, all the families I tutor for held a little evening for me which was really sweet and extremely humbling. I was plied with champagne and delicious food, and the families even gave me a card with messages from the children and a little present. How adorable.

On Thursday, I went to tutor and have dinner with a lovely family that I've recently started tutoring. At the end of the meal, their 4 year old son came into the room, beaming and yelling "bon anniversaire" (there now only rests one week until I'm 21), before giving me a present and a hug. I was touched that they'd remembered it would be my birthday and had even got me a present at all. (It was a really beautiful scarf by the way, for any ponderers). 

It's been very moving to receive gratification for the work I've been doing over the year and to see how valuable the parents have found my tutoring sessions.

Yesterday, I got on the train to Chartres for the last time for a good old knees up with the assistants over there. An evening of really great company, complete with galettes, vodka and games, as any good evening should be. Today, feeling somewhat jaded, and having got to bed at half 6 this morning, it was only right that the day be spent eating junk food and playing some new games that I've learnt. A shout out to all the assistants at Chartres, thank you for your warm hospitality and it was lovely getting to know you all. I wish all of you the best wishes for your next venture.

This evening, it's time for a night tucked up in bed with a bit of Family Guy and then tomorrow will consist of sorting out all my stuff, ready in time for packing to go home. Parfait.

Eggs

A whole week having passed since I wrote on my blog, I felt it my duty to scribble a few more things down.

Over the past week, I've been breaking the delicate news to my students that in two weeks, I will no longer be in France and will in fact be returning to Grande Bretagne for the indefinite future. The reactions were mixed. Some let out screams of despair, never knowing how life could continue after I have left Nogent. Mostly, they just looked at me blankly and said an emotional "ok". Cheers kids.

Beyond this, I have been doing practice oral exams with some of the Terminale class, including one really disastrous experience on Thursday. I knew it was going downhill when she mentioned Justin Bieber in the context of heroes. I mean, really?

And there's the tri-weekly tutoring of course. On Thursdays, after my lesson, I stay for dinner with a nice family in the next village over. This week was one of the children's birthdays, and as a result, I was treated to a lovely piece of tarte tatin, delish. 

That evening, I trotted off to Vista Verde for a typical evening, full of green cocktails and some more unsavoury characters. Nice.

Saturday night came round quickly and Rosslyn took me to La Ferte-Bernard for a few drinks in a pub style bar which was good. Easter Sunday was spent mainly in bed, but also concluded in the evening by getting drunk, eating quiche and watching Harry Potter with Rosslyn. An enviable Easter Sunday in my humble opinion.

Today, to finish off my four day weekend, the sun made an appearance so I went for a walk just outside Chartres and am now settling down to a film night, under my duvet.

Predominantly, though, I am just looking forward to finally getting back to England. I'm not sure if any other readers will appreciate this, but listening to a foreign language all the time is really tiring. And damn, France is challenging. Where's a shop that opens late in the evening, when you have a sudden craving for Cadbury's? Come to think of it, where's the Cadbury's? Why can't France run and catch up with the 21st Century, instead of insisting on archaic methods of bureaucracy? Why must the French seem to similar to us socially, and yet be so different?

Anyway, only a fortnight remains and I shall be back in the land that I know best. Back to my comfort zone and then, 10 days afterwards, straight back out again. 

I cannot wait to get inter railing.