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Published: December 21st 2006
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My tram line, took it every day without fail. Well, here it is. Four months spent in an entirely new university, home, city, country. I kept telling myself that I wouldn't miss Nantes that much, that it was just like any other town. On my last walk through the centre-ville, running errands, catching trams, taking the final photos, I couldn't believe how much this place has grown on me. It's absolutely true, what everyone, studying abroad is the best semester.
I have so little to say and yet so much.
You'll all have to forgive me in the coming months, I've heard there's a bit of a readjustment period, and it's as just as much a roller coaster ride for the way back as it was for the way here. I guess I've changed, but that's for you to decide how much. Madame Rouchet, oh wonderful Madame Rouchet, gave us a re-entry meeting the other day, and she said something very interesting, that we are no longer 100% American. At first I was a bot adverse to that, but I realize it's true. Given more time, we could be well on our way to being French. It's a little hard to comprehend how 108 days could have such
Passage Pomeraye at Christmas
A local 'mall' near IES that is literally a covered passage. a profond effect. I'll be telling you the same stories over and over again, and showing you the same photos, and it still won't be enough. I wish I could bring all my friends home to meet you all and we could have a wonderful reenactment of the semester, from the failed bike lessons on Ile-d'Ouessant to scavenging for oysters to packed Roman metros to salsa lessons with Fabian at La Casa Canne to Jimmy's kebabs to playing hide-and-seek at the châteaux to being utterly lost in the boondocks of Toulouse to the casinos of Monaco and Nice to the lights of Brussels to Sunday brunch at the crêperies to art history field trips to dough fights at La Petite Boulangerie to making fajitas at IES to our final train ride together.
I have so many things to say about Nantes and the French life and I just don't know where to begin. I've thought of this all throughout the semester, and I kept telling myself I should have written them down, and I've tried to stop regretting things, but I do regret that. It's just going to take me awhile to remember, that's all. The one thing that
Cours Cambronne
I walked through here every day from the tram stop to IES. keeps sticking out in my mind, and only because I drew a mini-map that sorta floats around my desk, is that I've hit every side of l'Hexagone. I've charted my progress on the map above, and the points aren't necessarily in order, but I thought that was pretty darn spiffy.
This will most likely be my last blog entry, I'm not really the type to keep a daily blog and I created this solely for France, but I may update in the next week with photos, with whatever I don't cram into this one. And these photos will reflect my daily life, or at least what I took of it. I've realized that you guys see all these photos, but they're of my travels. It's not Nantes, and it's just as important for you to see Nantes as it is to see the world.
So with that, I leave you. I get on a train in 1 hour, and a plane in 18. And in 26, home.
Love,
Amy
PS - Alli, this one's for you . . .
burp. 'scuse me.
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Cynthia
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i understand
If ten days in El Salvador changed me in so many ways, I cant imagine 108 in France. I cant wait to hear the stories look at the pics. And no I dont care if its over and over again, I mean how many times can i tell you about the same cockaroach in El Salvador??