My first weekend as a resident of Bordeaux was fabulous, and also, at some points, decidedly…American. It started with Mexican food for lunch, which was delightful because it’s pretty hard to find a decent burrito in France and somehow we managed to do just that. Then we went to a hockey game (“Les Boxers de Bordeaux” won 11-2), which was very fun but who knew French people play hockey? Then we went to a fair, and who knew French people have fairs, complete with candy apples (in French they’re called les Pommes d’Amour – Apples of Love) and ferris wheels and sketchy rides off of trucks? Apparently they do. It was loads of fun – we ate lots of bad food and rode the bumper cars and a very unsafe ride called “Sexy Dance,” then went to the steps of the Grand Theatre to split a couple bottles of wine before going out dancing. It was a great start to my life here in the city, but oddly enough was not unlike any Saturday in the summertime in the US.
After such an American Saturday, it only makes sense that my Sunday would be very French. Not much is open on Sundays here, so it really is a day of rest. And after coming home at 5 in the morning, I really needed a day of rest. I literally did nothing. All day. I lounged. I rented a movie on iTunes. I watched it in bed. Finally, after an afternoon that redefined lazy, I ended up meeting up with another assistant for a very French dinner of crepes and cider. It was delicious, and I was content to walk the long way home. My first weekend as a Bordelaise couldn’t have been any better.
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