Throwing Up in Paris.... that time I got food poisoning, 8 Decembre 2010

Head in a garbage can, puking my brains out. Here I am, at the Cité metro stop, the classiest broad in Paris. It’s hard to realize that the Notre Dame cathedral is directly above my head…. And I am here, a vertigo-inducing view of black latex garbage bag, and nothing else.

I actually like the fact that I can throw up at 11 am on a Wednesday in broad daylight, commuters brushing past, and then just hop on the metro again with zero acknowledgment, not to mention words of encouragement. It’s not that Parisians are bad-hearted people, or being rude. No, in fact I have come to find this behavior actually rather understanding. Who really wants to be bothered when they have food poisoning?

“Yeah, ça va. It’s my own fault for eating rancid cheese, don’t mind me. I just need to finish ralphing up the entirety of my internal organs and I’ll be fine. Really.” Sure I might be able to say all of that in French 5 months into my stay, but that really isn’t a conversation most people care to have, even in your native tongue. Vomiting, I have come to fine, is a deeply personal act – almost spiritual and, dare I say, cleansing. Whether I worship 100 steps above with gargoyles overhead, or here at my own delicate, silver altar… it’s the sort of experience that I care to have alone.

And that’s the sort of thing I love about Paris. Of course I miss eye contact, small talk and, most namely, hugs; but I do appreciate that I can throw up just about anywhere and no one will give me a second look. The French are private people. They have boundaries, and even if you vomit in your hand in the hallways of the Sorbonne in front of 50 of your 18-year-old classmates mere seconds after telling some geek from Tufts that no, you have not read the material (as I had previously that day), that is your business. There is no need to have someone hold your hair, let alone your hand. This anonymity, though deafening, is appreciate at times.

A few hours later I’m attempting to choke down some soup at our favorite Ramen eatery. I end up taking a nap on the table in misery, fairly certain this soup won’t be staying in me for long. Not a single waiter stops by in concern. Some may think this is rude, but in France – it isn’t. In France - I paid 1.50 for that soup and I can do whatever I damned well please with that table. We could set up a tent and a camp-stove underneath and spend the entire day watching satellite television. Nobody really cares. Maybe this is the big city mentality. Maybe everyone is just too busy to deal with the collection of weirdness Paris has to offer. Me passed out on the table? Only passably odd compared to the man painted head to toe in gold on the corner, the woman walking four identical pugs down the sidewalk, the mariachi duo on the metro. For a city, for the most part, dressed in head to toe noir it’s bizarre to realize that nobody is fazed.

And I love it. I love being left alone. Whether it’s at a restaurant with a friend over a cup of coffee, in my bedroom with a pile of books, a few hours, and no word from my host family, or here, curled up on the bathroom floor in misery – Paris is a place to be self-reliant and that I have become.

A few moments later I have retired from the tabletop to the bathroom floor. “Wow Clara, it’s time to admit defeat. Go home… you attempted to save face, but really this intoxication alimentaire has gotten the best of you. This may truly be the lowest moment of your young life, but you know what? You’re in Paris – and that kind of trumps everything.”

Bon Année!

Well, today marks the first day of the infamous Soldes here in Paris. In France, sales are government regulated - so that no one store has an advantage over the others.... they occur once in January, and once sometime in the summer. I was really planning on avoiding the entire thing.... seeing as I already have way too much already to bring back to the US in my two suitcases, plus it sounds like a complete madhouse to me.

But I was quickly thwarted. Rising around 2 pm, I spent most of the afternoon cleaning my room and doing laundry.... I had just sat down to update this blog when Alice comes storming into the house. "WHY AREN'T YOU AT THE SALES!!!!!???????" I was then called a mamin (little grandma), and drug across the street to the clothing section of the local grocery store, still wearing my pajamas. After wandering around with Alice I ended our 5 minute spree with the purchase of a jar of pickles and a bag of clementines (my two staple food groups).

Another Janvier sort of thing going on in Paris right now is les galettes de rois - KING CAKES! They look like this:

I believe it has something to do with the Three Kings.... but mostly in France it just works like this:

The youngest person at the table goes under the table and without looking picks in which order people get served.

Everyone eats the cake.

Whoever finds a small toy in their piece becomes the roi or the reine and gets to wear a crown.

It's awesome!!! And the cakes are really good. As Pascale said, every French tradition has to involve food. These are my kind of people.

Otherwise, things have been fairly tame around here. I had a lovely time ringing in the new year with Andrew and his family and friends later on the Champs-Elysées. There is nothing quite like waking up to a new year in Paris.

And thus I have retired as a tour guide to Paris.... for now.... though a handful of my best friends from SC are now scattered around Europe for the second semester - so who knows?

Well, I have just one more week of vacation ahead of me..... I'm planning to take advantage of it with a few museum trips, some sunbathing (it's been so nice! a balmy 46 degrees today), warding off creepy French men (a pleasant pastime), finishing the third season of The OC and daily trips to Monoprix (I cannot resist. The doorman knows me by face.)

Bientôt!

Clara

Christmas in Paris... can't complain

Happy Holidays!!

It's been a bit chilly (negative degrees on the daily) here in Paris for the past couple weeks. You may have seen on the news that flights and trains were canceled left and right, and the snow just kept coming down... not to mention the wind which has since ruined my umbrella. BUT today it is a beautiful, blue sky day in Paris (30 degrees F, but we don't have to talk about that) and I have once again become inspired to write in my blog...

Winter break is in full force. My room is spotless and I have laundry in the machine as we speak. Basically I have run out of things to do and responsibility is nowhere in sight. I might be a little bored. But...I truly don't mind it and it has given me some time to explore the city more, and also to just relax and cuddle up in my bed watching the snow fall.

Break commenced with a trip to The Chamber of Secrets...

Aka - Nora's basement.... but we like to pretend that Paris is really just one big Hogwarts campus so - feel free to play along.

Both Nora and Katherine headed home to Marblehead, Massachusetts and Stockton, California (respectively) for a few weeks for the holidays. I know it will only be a few more days now until their return, but it was a semi-tearful goodbye to two of the dearest people in my life right now. Here is a picture of us lugging Katherine's two giant bags into storage. It was an epic adventure, requiring multiple flights of stairs and a near-to-the-death battle with a Basilisk.

We survived. And now they are both home to their families, while I am here anxiously waiting their return.

As I said.... It snowed in Paris! I heard that one day we got more snow than Paris has seen in 22 years!!!!! Wow. It really was a winter wonderland. And my dear friend Alison from SC was here to see it for a few days. This is the third time we have met up in Europe this semester (once in Athens, once in London) and she will be spending next semester in Edinburgh, Scotland - so I don't think it will be the last! Pretty much we're really excellent International Relations majors together :)

Panoramic view of Paris from Sacre Couer (it appears to be rather small here, but click on the picture to enlarge it)

View of the Louvre in the background, from the Tuilerie Gardens

Ferris wheel set up at Place de Concorde for the holidays... and seagulls?

As soon as Alison left, I had the fortune of showing Casey (one of my oldest friends from Anacortes) around Paris too! She was only here for two days but we managed to see presque everything!

So Clara - what did you do for Christmas? Glad you asked!

My friend Dylan's host mom was out of town for the holidays, so she said Dylan could have some friends over for a little dinner party.

Here is Dylan in the kitchen baking her delicious pumpkin pie. We spent alllll day in the kitchen (actually didn't get started cooking until 4ish... but we had dinner on the table at 8!)

I spent part of the afternoon (inbetween green beans and stuffing - my two responsibilities) skyping with my family. The 9 hour time difference was a bit difficult to figure out, but we managed to talk right during present opening. It really felt like I was right there.

Gabe with his new Knex roller coaster set. So excited!

Mom with a beautifully wrapped gift from Gabe.... what could it be?

A scarf!!

Here is our feast. Mainly traditional American dishes, but plenty of vin, pain et fromage to keep things French.

Clockwise from the bread: bread, ham (glazed and with pineapple, yummmm), green beans with garlic and lemon, Dylan's corn thing, yams, stuffing, Andrea's delicious mashed potatoes.

Two of the beautiful cooks - Andrea and Dylan!

It really turned out to be a lovely Christmas. My friend Andrew from SC is also here for the holidays so he joined us for dinner as well. It was a cozy little Christmas with some of my favorite people ever... in Paris Earlier in the day Andrew and I took a nice walk to the Eiffel Tower, and had some vin chaud at a marché de noel ... sometimes I can't even believe that I'm here!!

The evening rounded out nicely with a phone call to my mom's side of the family, who were celebrating at my aunt's apartment in downtown Seattle with a rousing game of white elephant. I believe that Gabe walked away with a beebee gun. As we say... play to win. I called the Hill family (feasting at my aunt and uncle's house on Lake Washington) right in the middle of dinner. It was so fun to be passed around the cousins' table and then the adult table and have a little chat with everyone... it really felt like I was right there.

Well I'm going to go hang up that laundry now! Joyeux Noel à tout le monde! Vous me manquez beaucoup mais je vais revenir bientôt - seulement six mois plus!! Incroyable, ouais? Je vais passer la prochaine semaines de vacances exploration de la ville avec Andrew et avec un celebration de la nouvelle anée! Je souhaite que tout le monde ait les joyeux fêtes!

- Clara

Nous avons fini!

Yes, it's true! Finals. They are over. I have FIVE WEEKS of complete freedom. FIVE WEEKS of complete freedom.... IN PARIS! WHATTT??????

Rewind:

This is me studying for my Systemes Internationaux final, circa 1 am this morning...

Okay it's not actually me, but it's my brain deposited on the fake white board i made. Zoom in for details.... at this point I'm just trying to forget it.

These are the snacks I ate:

Sooooo finals went fairly successfully. And immediately after Nora, Katherine and I went to the Monoprix and bought: nutella, baguette, chocolate ice cream, 3 avocados, guacamole, salt and vinegar chips, corn chips, pasta salad, two bottles of wine.

And devoured it all in the span of 10 minutes. It's true this happened.

Then some West Wing was watched. Duh.

Meanwhile back at Chez-nous....... IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!!! Seriously..... my host mom went to London this past weekend - and returned in the full Christmas spirit. It's 12:30 am right now.... and she is still decorating. I don't know when it's going to stop.

Pascale decorating the tree:

Alice - she really does love me

The completed masterpiece

Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!

Love, Madame Ouchka

Pretty representative of my life

Grammar, Yelle, London, Snow, Dance Class & David Sedaris

Today has been SUCCCHHH a good day. And you know why? A really awesome grammar lesson. Feel free to skip through this if you're not a nerd like me and don't enjoy such things - but be warned, there is much more interesting reading (I would hope) down towards the bottom.

Okay so -- There is a word in French, tout, which can be used in four different forms (a noun, an adjectif, a pronoun, and an adverb). The first three are pretty simple, so I'll just go over them quickly to give you the full picture.

1. Noun

un/le tout

That is the only way to use tout as a noun. It's basically only used as a noun to say "the set, everything, the package".... like "J'ai acheté le tout" - I bought the set, like a set of pens as our fabbbulouussss teacher used as an example. Have I mentioned how much I love her? Seriously the best language teacher I have ever had, and that is saying a lot. I've never had a teacher be so understanding of our outside life, while still at the same time demanding our attention. And it's not like she needs to really demand it, I could happily sit there for hours absorbing her every word.

2. Adjectif

masculine - tout (Il a mangé tout le gâteau... He ate all of the cake)

feminine - toute (Toute la famille est là... All of the family is here/there <-- side note: the french use the same word for here and there, là. Though ici also means here. très confusing)

masculine plural - tous (J'aime tous ses poems.... I like all of his poems)

feminine plural - toutes (Je connais toutes ces chansons.... I like all of the songs)

3. Pronoun

Replacing a subject...

singular: Tout est fini (everything is finished)

There is no feminine singular form

masculine plural: Tous viennent or Ils viennent tous (Everyone comes... hahaha)

feminine plural: Toutes sont jolies or Ils sont toutes jolies (They are all pretty)

Replacing an object:

singular: Je comprends tout (I understand everything)

There is no feminine singular form

masculine plural: Je les connais tous (I know everyone).... now what is interesting is that the "s" in this form of tous is pronounced (same when it is a subject, but not as an adjectif. If it weren't pronounced this phrase would mean I know everything and not I know everyone..... so interesting right?)

feminine plural: Je les aime toutes (I like them all)

4. Adverb (THIS IS WHERE IT GETS REALLY INTERESTING!!!!!!!)

Okay so as the adverb "tout" translates to "très" or "completement" (very or completely). Adverbs don't change forms, since they are neuters... like you wouldn't say trèse/trèses if something were (subjunctive hey hey!) feminine/plural. BUT with tout it's a little different.

The masculine form is simple: Le petit garçon est tout timid. Simple easy, nbd.

BUT... here comes the feminine!

Cette petite fille est toutE belle.

You're sitting there thinking "But hey wait!! Adverbs are supposed to be neuters... what is that E doing????? Welll listen up. The Academy Française CHANGED IT. YEP! Pretty awesome, am I right?? They changed it because "les gens dans la rue" as my professor refers to.... commoners in the world of grammar.... were always going around turning tout feminine because saying tout belle (the t isn't pronounced when the e isn't there) just sounds wrong. Basically she said "C'est une crime, vous etes les criminelles - mais on le met pour les oreils!" (It is a crime, you are all criminals... but we do that for the ears!) So interesting right? It gets even better.

Cette petite fille est tout élégante.

Now you're like... "wait!!!!! I thought we changed it for the feminine???" NOT WHEN THE ADJECTIVE STARTS WITH A VOWEL! "On peut rester innocent!" (We can stay innocent!) Yep! Because when the adjective starts with a vowel it gives the ears the illusion of the feminine (because the T in tout is pronounced when there is a vowel following it) but we are still able to remain grammatically correct.

SO COOL RIGHT!!!!!!??????

The same goes for the plural versions. I hope you enjoy this little grammar lesson. I found it suppppperrrr interesting. Especially with the Academy Française getting involved, I love them.

Okay well if you've gotten through all of that, now on to the more interesting stuff. It's been a very eventful past few days....... filled mostly with semi-famous people.

Thursday night I went with my friend Sophie from Sweet Briar to a concert to see Yelle, one of our favorite French pop singers. I'm vachement obsessed with her, and have begun even further idolizing her since seeing her in concert and meeting her in person afterwards.

I highly suggest listening to her music... actually here - I'll post a video so it will be even easier.

And then tonight Sophie (we always tend to have a great time together) and I went to see my favorite author David Sedaris. David (let's just be on a first name basis, shall we?) writes short stories, a good portion of which are about his life here in France..... and they are wicked hilarious. He read a portion from his new book Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk at The Village Voice bookstore - an American bookstore, somewhat near my home, and then also some exerts from his diary from his recent bookstore. Then we waited in line and he signed everyone's books, and even had a short conversation with Sophie and I about our lives here in France. And he told us a few pirate jokes (Why can't pirates sing the alphabet? Because they spend years at C"). So yes, hardly got over meeting Yelle before another celebrity shows up in my life..... I guess that's kind of the life in a big city such as Paris.

I also spent this past weekend in London, as I mentioned in my last post. Due to some unfortunate circumstances (snow storms, etc) it was only Alison and I in London, out of our original Athens Extravaganza Travel Group, but we managed to have a bloody good time. I went to London once before 4 years ago with a high school group - but this time was much different. Traveling by myself, I felt way more independent.... and I guess I am these days. It was oddly, or not so oddly?, nostalgic and got me thinking about how far I've moved from wee Anacortes. I will always love my life there, but my world has gotten so much bigger - just in the past few months - it's hard to imagine myself there again. Okay well here are a few pictures:

This is actually a picture of Kevin and me in London 4 years ago..... see I'm much more refined these days? right?

Long anticipated Chipotle (doesn't exist in Paris :( :(!! )

Platform 9 3/4!!!!!! I finally got my letter!!!!!

We went to a Holiday themed pub crawl Saturday night. Nothing is better than 300 Santa Clauses marching into a club and having a giant dance party..... really, there is nothing.

One thing I haven't really talked about in my blog is the dance class I've been taking. It's frankly...... freakin' weird. I only have one more week of it, and I probably won't be going since we have a Sweet Briar end of the year party.... so I thought it might be a good time to talk about it.

The first class I went in feeling rather confident. I have 12 years of ballet, plus a random sprinkling of classes in the last few years, under my belt and heck.... the language barrier couldn't stop me in a dance class right? Surreeeee Clara, sure. Honestly.... there is nothing in Paris that isn't waiting to kick my ass. We started out with a calm stretching on the floor, a few plies, tendus... not a big deal. I had a complete handle on it. And then the teacher said something and everyone sharply leaped up and I found myself frolicking around the room with the ten or so middle aged women that I have come to call my peers. This is sort of the tone of the class for me.... I find myself doing something that I finally understand, and then we start galloping around willy nilly with zero explanation. It's actually pretty representative of my life here..... everything seems to be going well, and then I find myself eating duck liver (okay okay foie gras is actually freaking delicious) or becoming a co-conspirator in my house keepers evasion of French immigration laws.... It gets to the point where you just have to keep rolling with the punches and continue laughing at yourself. Swallow it, feign dumb.... keep frolicking until the music stops, or someone has to do so forcefully. It's true- sometimes in that class I find myself being physically moved to the other side of the room because I can't keep up with the teacher's directions. Or there were the three or so weeks where she though I was named Sarah... and I just kind of went with it until she eventually figured it out. This is the sort of thing that happens in my life here, often. Though - there is the occasional class that ends with champagne, bonbons and potato chips - I can't complain about anything too much, but I do anyways. So French.... so franchment French.

Appeller un chat un chat,

Clara

P.S. Oh and it's snowing.

Greece

Apologies readers.... I realize that every recent post has just been me attempting to procrastinate. WELL! You are in luck.... in the past week, after much pain and suffering, I managed to write two 8 (ish) page papers IN FRENCH, do a presentation on the conflict in Yougoslavie (I'm an expert now), take a test.... oh and go to Athens, Greece and visit three of my favorite people in the world for 5 days.... No. Big. Deal.

I realize nobody cares to hear about the massive amounts of homework that consumed my life for the past while (and really there was nothing going on in Paris during that time)... so let's jump straight to Athens!

Enter the players:

Maggie (dear friend and roomie 4eva)

Cary - Grecian goddess already

Alison - fellow International Relations major and so freakin' international

Pretty much three of my favorite people in the entire world. We all lived on the same floor freshman year and have been solid friends ever since. Alison and Maggie are studying in Greece right now, and Cary is studying in London..... so we both popped down for the weekend for an epic Trojan/Sixth Floor Pardee Reunion.

Greece is BEAUTIFUL:

SO much history and culture and some really incredible museums, not to mention the food (I ate so many gyros!)..... but honestly it was just so happy to spend quality time with some people that make me feel 100% comfortable. France has a knack for... not doing that...... but Greece was all about the 24/7 laughter, cuddling, and 70+ degree weather. I definitely needed such a vacation.

We also went to see Harry Potter 7!!!!!!! LONG AWAITED AND AWESOME. Maggie dressed up like Hagrid.... I mean Magrid.

This is sadly one of the only pictures we took of all 4 of us:

BUT!!!! Take two when 6th Floor Reunion goes to.... London! Yep. Just 8 days from now we will all be meeting up north. Expect future updates of our travels together including..... a Santa Pub Crawl! Can't wait to kick off the holiday season :) However strange it is to to not be with my family tomorrow for Zee Zanksgeeeving (that's how they refer to it in France) I'm looking forward to another Parisian weekend.

Comme d'habitude,

Clara