Hannah is alive and well and living in Chalon! Given my fear of flying, the thing I’m happiest about in that last sentence is the “alive” bit. After about 20 hours of traveling, 1 hour of sleep, and a combination of planes, trains, and automobiles, I stumbled somewhat deliriously into Chalon. There, I was met by Eric, a Conseiller Pedagogique for Chalon and a really nice guy. My exhaustion prohibited me from being too insecure about my French, and I chatted along quite easily.
Eric took me right to my apartment, which is only about 10 minutes from the train station (though we did have to take an alternate route in order to avoid la grève…ah, France). I’m on the 8th floor of an apartment building and sharing it with 3 other people: another language assistant and 2 French guys. There are 4 individual rooms, and a group living/dining room and kitchen. It’s pretty cute and everyone seems really nice. We discussed American TV shows for a while, and for some reason one of the French guys had mainly watched American TV from the 70s and 80s—like Denver, Dallas, and Murder She Wrote—and was shocked that the other assistant and I hadn’t watched them as kids. But we did finally find some commonality in “Sauvé par le gong.” I haven’t explored Chalon yet, except when Eric was nice enough to take me to a Wal-Martesque store to buy a couple of essentials, i.e. sheets. But when I take some pictures I will attempt to upload them!
I had high hopes that I would kick jet lag because I hardly slept on the way here and I managed to stay awake until 11 pm. But my body has other plans. It is 4 am and I am awake.
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