Welcome to my lovely blog! I will be furiously typing away posts of some of my awesome days and adventurous experiences that I have over here in beautiful France so that you can join in on all the fun. And by some days I hopefully mean most and/or everyday, but if I had said that initially it would have been way too strong of a commitment and I really want to see where this relationship is going before I make any bold outlandish statements. It's only fair.
Basically I have no real format of how these blog posts are gonna go, so I'm just gonna wing it. Perhaps these posts will simply be straightforward stories. Perhaps they will become an outline of the present day. Or maybe this blog will become a magical fairytale story that will be recounted for years to come and they'll build a statue in my name in the middle of Montpellier and everyone will flock to it and leave their own stories for people to pick up and read. (In case you haven't noticed I am quite delirious thanks to what felt like 24 hours of travel. (Time zones are the worst part of traveling. Next to turbulence, that is...))
So, as I lay here on this semi comfy yet quite sturdy twin bed at the Hotel de la Comédie I am desperately trying to keep my eyes open. If my plan had gone accordingly I would be straightening my hair at the moment, but since the world and little french electric sockets hate me, I am sadly left looking like Hermione Granger... with glasses. So definitely really cute...
ANYWAY - as my first day in Montpellier begins to come to an anticlimactic end I have learned slash discovered three important things that everyone must know for their lives to be complete. They are as follows:
1.) If you sit next to an elderly couple on an 8 hour flight they will stare at you as you clutch the armrest during a very strong bout of turbulence BUT will not judge you if you are 22 years old and watching Gnomeo and Juliet on the little TV in front of you. At least not aloud....
2.) When you travel, the taxi ride from the airport is the absolute best feeling on your trip. Closely followed by the taxi ride to the airport at the end. Looking out the window and absorbing the surroundings brings strong feelings to the surface such as excitement, gratitude, and hope.
3.) French soap operas are as CRAZY as some spanish ones are... Even though I didn't understand most of the dialogue, I'm pretty sure the main character was cheating on her husband with either a transvestite or a very feminine cancer patient while her daughter was in the house and then later is kidnapped and made to watch a rape and beating.... I could not make this up.
A Demain!
P.S. - This is Place de la Comédie from my reading spot on the Opera steps.
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