THE HELL

This post is about walks, and then dinner and my room.
But first:

WALKS
AND ALSO GETTING HIT ON

I don't usually take walks. I don't like walking. However, when one is in a foreign country, one cannot just sit in one's room all day. One being me.
So the point is I don't usually take walks but I have been doing it a lot while I've been here. I figure, if I don't have anything else to do and don't feel like tromping over to the metro station, it's a good way to see some shit and get some exercise. So far, I've seen some cool graffiti, people watched like mad, gotten lost but eventually found my way home, and have gotten hit on more times than is reasonable. I like taking walks here. It feels a little less useless than it does at home.
So pretty much, I can't walk outside without getting hit on. It's absurd. I don't even know WHY; can people tell I'm not from Europe, or something? I don't understand it at all. Yesterday, I counted seven. Three of those were cat calls, 4 were actually guys asking for my number. Today, there were only two, but the sheer weirdness of the first one was mind boggling. So, I was walking along the canal with my headphones on, and I heard this sort of ringing sound and a vague yelling. I thought it might be generally in my direction, but I just ignored it. a couple minutes later, my feet started aching, so I sat down on this bench to take a break and people watch over the canal, and this cute young guy rode up on a bike, got off, and sat down next to me. I was...wary, to say the least. I did my usual "je parle un petit peut de francais" (I only speak a little french) and made to leave. He asked if I would like to practice my french. It was day light, there were a lot of people around, and I could actually see a french trooper policeman guy just a little down the street, so I agreed. He seemed pretty normal, besides chasing me down to talk to me.
So he started asking me questions, what is your name (je m'appelle Beth/My name is Beth--I am the sneakiest, no?), where are you from (J'habite á Michigan/I live in Michigan), how do you like France (c'est bon/It's good).
Then: Do you have a boyfriend? (Oui!!/Yes!!)
THEN: Oh, of course. Do you love him? (Beacoup, beacoup, beacoup!/Very, very, very-->pretty much "tons")
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And then he asked me if I would put my hand on his leg
(Non, non, non!! Mais, bon chance avec une autre fille/No, no, no!! But, good luck with another girl--then I left and crossed the canal and went into the first store I could saw).
Man, it was weird.
And I mean, overall it was an entertaining experience more than anything, but jeeeze (or geeze, jeez, or geez). No more agreeing to french practice with random guys on the canal.
So then I walked around some more, saw some interesting graffiti (I took a picture on my phone; I'll upload it when I figure out how), and got dinner.

DINNER

Today's dinner brought to you by the local grocery store, backwards pictures brought to you by Photobooth:

A nectarine, Tuc crackers, Boursin cheese with garlic and herbs, and an adorable glass jar of nutella! Healthy! hahahahahaha. BUT, most of this stuff was on sale so it was cheap AND delicious, and I still have some crackers leftover in case I miss breakfast. I ended up eating cheese and crackers and the nectarine for main dinner, and then making little nutella/cracker sandwiches for desert. Wooooo.


Nectarine was delicious. Mostly ripe and sweet, but sour right around the pit. Perfect!


The saga of the Boursin begins. It looks cute, and smells delightfully of garlic and herbs.


Opened! I threw away my emergency spoon on accident, so I had to rummage for something to eat this with. The crackers were just the tiniest bit too crispy/flaky to use, so in my handy bag I found....


Chopsticks? what the hell?


Whatever, that shit worked. and it was DELICIOUS.
No pictures of the Nutella bit, but really, I bet you're bored after a bunch of pictures of me with food. I'm just also bored enough to post them and write this, so whatever. We can be bored together! Our boredness can transcend oceans and borders and be united by the internet!

THE ROOM

It's fuckin' adorable. More backwards Photobooth pictures:





I approve.
Pretty much it's just cute and awesome. I now want to paint my future house all sorts of wacky colors.

Good night, kids. More from me tomorrow!