Where have I been? Where haven’t I been?
During the last few weeks I have sat 12 exams, handed in 1 piece of coursework, enjoyed a nice cold beer in the sun, discovered fabulous shops as well as my latest tv series addictions: Hannibal and Vikings.
Oh, I also got my hideous dry hair cut into a glorious carré thanks to the best mother-in-law one could ever wish for.
Today it’s Liberation Day in Italy, and everyone back home is enjoying the sun whilst lying on the grass and eating BBQ ribs.
What have I been doing? I’ve been attending the most boring lectures in human history, and I am currently dying of physical pain. BUT, I did lay my eyes upon this view on my way home, which makes everything better.
Exam timetable for next week:
These guys here are however the easiest of the bunch. Back in the UK, we’d normally have around 5 final exams MAX, but the Frenchies just love to complicate their lives, which makes that we have in fact, 11.
The upcoming boys include:
May 06: Macro-economics and International Relations -yep, two on the same day-
May 07: Public/Private law
May 17: International law
AKA
Studying Langues etrangères appliquées is good for you.
I bid you a good night.
holiday /ˈhɒlɪˌdeɪ -dɪ/n
These Easter holidays seem to have very little to do with the actual definition of a holiday. My ‘me-time’ started off with the sighting of a mouse in my flat, followed by a major OCD-style cleaning which basically entailed covering the whole house in bleach. Now that Frizzie -yes, I gave the mouse a name- has gone out of my life, I have 50 odd pages of public and private law to memorise and a whole variety of paperwork to sort out.
As I was insatiably jealous of my friends, whom are either touring Europe or enjoying the unusually wonderful Alsatian weather, I decided to take a break and grab a coffee with my special one. You’d think I would use such time to chill out and be all cheesy with my man, but I instead spent it discussing the Arab domination back in the middle ages and brainstorming the business plan of a possible start-up.
#Lafilleduchatnoir goes to Switzerland
Last week me and the ladies ventured to Switzerland’s German canton, and discovered the beauties - and ridiculous prices - of this country.
Details will come after I’m done revising for my translation exam, however you can admire (starting from the top left): Basel’s city hall, pretty Easter decorations, a random pretty building, the ‘Welcome to Switzerland’ sign, funky easter eggs we found in a supermarket and, last but not least, Basel’s railway station.
The Strasbourg diaries: this week so far
So, have you been wondering what happened to me this week? Probably not, but I shall tell you about it anyway.
Monday: The week started with a fabulous me showing up drunk at lectures after a good drink with an old friend and falling down the stairs of my faculty. Perhaps not the greatest of starts, one would say.
Tuesday: Aside of lectures, nothing much has happened. I did however get the chance to catch a good game of football at my local pub with a couple of friends, which hadn’t happened in a long time. I still maintain: Arsenal, you suck balls.
Wednesday: After a day beautifully spent skipping every possible sort of commitment, I threw my usual Italian dinner party, cooked some delicious Italian carbonara (perhaps not all that delicious, since I’m an appalling cook) and watched Milan beating Barcelona 2 sore bottoms to 0. It was glorious.
Today: I woke up to the smell of bacon, which is like the best way of waking up ever: that was pretty glorious too. And now I’m trying to avoid revision for my 12pm presentation by typing up this post. I wish a very nice day to all of you who are desperate enough to read my posts!
Picture above: Strasbourg Cathedral
I have once more proved to be the most inconsistent person ever by failing to type a new post in almost a week. Anyway, I just wanted to share with you guys this ‘pearl’ I stumbled upon on my way to lectures.
The bar is supposed to be called ‘Au coin des pucelles’ (for the non-francophones it means something like: The virgins’ corner): too bad the ‘i’ actually fell off (or was perhaps cunningly removed) and the name is now ‘Au con des pucelles’ (roughly The virgins’ vagina).
Frenchies, you amaze me once more.
You know it is going to be a good day when you wake up to this. There is something about snow that instantly puts me in a good mood (that and the spicy barbecue beef I had for lunch).
Now I shall dedicate myself to a solid 3h study session, as I just figured out I have a private law exam next tuesday.
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