Voyage à Nantes!

Bonsoir!

This is what I did yesterday:

And it was amazing! If you ever wanted to go to a Nantes, go there!

Puss!

Alors on mange

Yay, it turns out I can get friends even here! Let me show you how family dinners look like in my dorm:

Bisous!

Les études ont commencé!

Urgh. I just got to know I will have two exams, one essay and one presentation the same week of october. It is still one month to go, but keep in mind it takes me one day to read 3 pages!

The feeling of the day:

Sorry for the quality (not for the pose), there is still a crack in my selfie cam.

Oh, I forgot, tonight is party night! Thursday is like in Uppsala, apart from stocken. Here there are plenty ”discothèques” to choose from. No more sad faces. No more pain. No woman no cry.

Bisous!

Did anyone say lunch?

I was so excited to go to class this morning. Turned out I had no class, people told me to get my pretty swedish ass out of the classroom. Wrong group. Wrong teacher. Something told me things were just not right. Well, I wouldn’t call it bad news! I was able to have an early lunch in the canteen. I assure you that I am not telling you about my lunch in lack of other interesting stories. No, lunch here is something out of the ordinary.

Lunch here is: Pre dish, main dish, dessert (or) fruit and bread. And it costs 3.20 euro. 3.20!!! For that you get a coffee in Stockholm, if you’re lucky.

Another Galette! And because of the amounts of pints I’ve been drinking here, I abstained the dessert. But I can tell you, they have at least two (2) HUGE tables with all you could possibly imagine as dessert.

Hah, it occures to me now that this doesn’t look so tasteful. With the big brown lump in the middle of the plate. Well try this:

And yes, 3.20!

Bisous

Camilla

HELLO WORLD!

How are you? Ça va?

I was thinking it’s time to upgrade my ol pal from being an ordinary teenage blog to become a link between YOU and ME now when I am in Rennes, living the dream as an Erasmus student. And since I am so increadible international at the moment, I will do this in (what I would like to call) English. Allthough those of you who know better wouldn’t. Hey, be glad I am not doing it in my kind of French!

So what’s this dream about? Let me illustrate:

You’ve seen it before, and I think we both know it by now… It is mostly about being a panda.

But also pandas has to eat and drink. Here in Rennes, the capial of Brittany, people eat galettes (like crêpes but more foodish) and drink cider. Not our lovely Swedish sweet Somersby cider. No this taste like would I imagine cat pee would taste like. I’m getting used to it though. Eh, well, not to cat pee.

Pandas need to amuse themselves. The Erasmus dream is 90% amuse-yourself-as-much-as-you-can. Amuse-toi, they call it. And as this premier post has an animal theme, I show you one of my friends friend, Dinosaurie. Amusing himself, as you can see.

STAY TUNED. (I’ll leave the panda concept to next time, promise)

Bisous

Camilla