Life, Love, Sex

More Tired Feetsies

On an odd note, the chatter I usually hear from the streets at night is actually not French, but Arabic as a group of young Arabic men gather outside the Hallal Boucherie (butcher shop) across the street.

More long days this week!

Monday I ended up losing to a nap- the jet lag has taken me a little bit of time to get used to.

Tuesday started with my morning Mediterranean Civ. class as usual following with my French class. Our goal that day was to discuss what we had done that weekend using the passe compose. And the teacher paired up the more experienced students with the less experienced to help them out as we traveled about le Vieux Nice (Old Nice). Can I tell you how difficult it is to teach someone the past tense when they don’t know the present tense??!! And I must say while I was trying to be as helpful as possible, I thought my student was being a little obstinate and just resolving herself to the fact that she knew nothing instead of even just repeating after me. But whatever. I helped as much as I could.

We walked around for awhile before breaking for lunch where I had very sad chicken and fries (Poulet frites).

Then we went to MAMAC (Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art)(Musee d’art moderne et d’art contemporain). I discovered I liked Yves Klein while visiting there.

Also, on the way over I had my little discussion with the teacher on what I did that weekend. I’m very amazed with how quickly my French came back even after not studying it for 4 years! It’s very cool. I mean, I still don’t understand a lot, but it’s coming very easily.

I went food shopping for dinner after the museum where I decided to make cabonara sauce, even in my rinky dinky kitchenette. It came out OK. I didn’t have all the right ingredients so I ended up making a rous and then a white sauce which was missing a few flavors, but I ultimately decided the problem was it was just much to thick when I wanted a thinner sauce. I have plenty of ham and eggs left over so maybe I’ll try again this weekend.

Today was a long adventure day (Wednesdays are our designated excursion days). We first went to these cliffs out far away I don’t even know where because I fell asleep on the bus. But here’s a picture:

Then after that we went to St. Paul en Vance I think is the full name. We climbed this huge hill first to this modern art museum (Foundation Maeght) where I discovered another 2 artists that I like- Hans Hartung and Aki Kuroda. They had beautiful original lithographs in the gift shop that I would have loved but they were like 900E ($1400). Boo.

Here’s a Hartung that I liked (I even got the postcard of it!):

And we’re still not done with the day!

We head over to the medieval village of St. Paul next!

I had actually gone to this village when I was in Nice in 2004 with my parents- I just hadn’t remembered the name. But I recognized the surroundings. And the tablecloth shop my mom had been so successful in. So of course I had to go in and see if I could find something (even though I had already gotten 3 tablecloths in Gourdon!).

Well, I found something. I was looking for something particular. I wanted a tablecloth with a center motif and then a boarder around it, so I at least had an idea what I was looking for. She showed me what she had that matched it- it was the same pattern of olives but just in different color combinations- choosing the color was the hard part! The blue was lovely, and the beige and white was so clean and crisp! But, being an Aries I ended up choosing the rich brick red with contrasting yellow napkins.

But look at all my pretty tablecloths!

So I walked around the village forever and took a bunch of pictures, especially of the doors because there were so many different kinds and they were so cool looking! My feet started hurting again of course! I switched to better shoes that had more support than my sandals, except the heel started rubbing! (Even though they were fine last week!) I hate that! Bah. And my hip’s starting to bug me a bit- my left one. That is bad. Very bad. I need for my hip to not go out on me. I should be good and stretch it tonight.

I crashed again on the bus ride home and am basically just hanging out- ate some baguette and eggs for dinner. Uploaded pictures. Catching up friends on my adventures.

I’m not sure yet if I want to go out tonight. It’s already on the late side, a quarter to 10. Even though I can sleep in to 10am tomorrow because I don’t have Med. Civ on Thursday mornings.

Though you know what I want?

To get laid!

It’s been over a week now since I’ve gotten fucked (Thanks Match!). I wish I had the gusto to chat up the cute boys at the bars here, but I just don’t have those kinds of social skills. I also don’t want to do it with the other girls in the group because a) I don’t want everyone knowing I’m a slut and b) I have no confidence with them because they’re all so thin and pretty. Hopefully I can find away to get some sex though. And soon!

Alright kiddies- that should be enough until I have more adventures to report on!

A bientot!