Is it a baguette...or a weapon? and AVATAR in French!


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January 16th 2010
Published: January 16th 2010
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this is not my picture, but I wanted to have at least one image here to illustrate my baguette adventure.
Last night I got together with the other American girls that I've met so far and we had a wine and cheese party. It was pretty fun, and I found another cheese I really like! However, I'm now resolved that I don't want to be one of those people who studies abroad and leaves knowing little more than they came with. After a week in Paris, hearing very little English, it's true that I was starved to hear English and be with Americans again. But now, after hanging out several time with the group, I recognize that each time I feel less and less like I'm in France--or at least that I'm living the full experience. It's the days I spend with Regane and Christine that I feel most at home, it's the days that I return home to write my blog and have to think a second so as not to write French instead that I know I'm really 100% here.

I awoke this morning hungry, and decided to have baguette, cheese, ham, and hoto cocoa. I had bought the baguette the day before, and even as I was carrying it around in the bag, I noticed that each time it bumped against my leg while walking, it was actually a little painful. Like a rock. So I was already curious as to what it would be like to eat....

"Gurr! Erg!" I grunted as I tried to break the baguette open, searching for a weak spot, a chink in the crusty armor. Finally with a crackle I was able to tear it open, as crumbs flew everywhere, and I realized that flakes of crust where stuck into my hands like shards of glass. I picked them out and succeeded in tearing it into several smaller pieces. I put one into my mouth, and bit down, only for nothing to happen. It was impossible to eat, except soaked in my hot cocoa! I thought to the day I bought the baguette, when the store woman told me this would be perfect for the today, because it wasn't fully cooked. An old woman next to me asked for one "tres bien cuit" (really cooked), so I guess she ended up with a real jaw breaker!

Henceforth, I am of the opinion that baguettes can and should be considered as weapons. On airport security posters, why does this crusty stick of death not accompany its long lost cousins crowbar, knife, and hand grenade on the restricted list? Why on entering a 7-11 does it say "No firearms on premise", but "No baguette on premis"? I say, these really are strange times we're living in!

Regardless, I went to the grocery store today and bought another baguette. I found this one to be much softer (probably a 3 on the Moh's Hardness Scale, as opposed to a 9), and ate some of it for dinner with some delicious brie I bought. I also bought another kind of cheese that's made here. I ate some at Christine's, and loved it, but the experience was not repeated this time. I opened it, and it smelled like fart. And then I ate some, and it tasted like fart. What's going on here? I mean really. Anyways, I don't know if I can eat anymore of it. They say that one must try something about 7 times until it becomes appetizing. Maybe fart is an acquired taste. I'm not sure.

Anyways, I lazed about this morning, working on a play script and looking for a summer internship in Austin. Then this evening, I went to see 'Avatar' with some friends and Regane. Before the movie, I stopped in a bar because they serve mulled wine there (yum!!!"). I had it last night, I had it before the movie, and then we stopped there again after the movie while waiting for the bus! As a drink, it's served steaming and with sugar. It really warms the body against the cold! Seeing 'Avatar' in French was interesting. I had seen it in English already, so I knew the story. Unlike in the US, where foreign films are shown with subtitles, in France, almost all American films are dubbed in French. This means that you don't have to read anything, but it also means that you don't hear the voice of the original actors (which are sometimes iconic. Like could you imagine dubbing Clint Eastwood and seeing his mouth moving, but hearing some nasally French guy instead? You'd lose like 80% of the meaning...) Anyways, I'm really against this dubbing thing.

Tomorrow: I've realized that I haven't really given a full description of Besancon, so tune in for that!

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