It's really hard to be alone here but not really alone. On Saturday I had nothing planned but my friends did so I had two choices: hang out with my host family while they cooked themselves a live next to their pool or go out and be by myself. I chose the latter of the two. (Baking next to the pool is not ideal for my skin)(Also have you met my sister Sarah? She would murder me for that).
So I did what I would've done in America, I saw an independent film. No, not in French because I don't really like to put myself in situations that are going to give me anxiety after realizing how little French I actually know. I saw a 2014 Sundance film called Indefinitely Polar Bear but the French decided to rename it Cool Daddy for some reason I am not aware of. The movie was great! The feelings I had after, were not. It made me really homesick to do things I do at home in a different place. After the movie I went and read in the park where a brass band was playing. Things like a brass band playing in the park really puts things in perspective. I told myself to suck it up and enjoy the fact that I was in France, even if I felt lonely, I was still in GOD DAMN FRANCE! So I ate a very fresh calzone and I made myself stop being a stupid baby.
My friends and I found a great little bar in a park that serves sangria and has a cool old van in the midst of the bar. I can't remember the name because all French named things are very difficult to remember. On my way to this favorite bar I got hit on by a Ukrainian man. He didn't speak English and he proceeded to tell me about 13 times that he spoke 7 languages but he could never learn English. I told him I speak very little French. Did he care? No, he still decided to converse to me. Things that I picked up from our conversation: he was going to a Brazilian dance club, he had a daughter that was 19, he couldn't believe that I was 24, he really liked my shoes and dress, he thought I was pretty, he asked me about my tattoos, then he left. Although the whole conversation was very uncomfortable did you noticed how much I comprehended in French? That's kind of amazing.
On sunday I went to a magical place in the mountains of Vercors.
We first stopped in a small little town. I have come to realize that small little towns are sort of the very best thing in the world. We ate at this tiny little restaurant that an Italian lady owned and an Englishmen cooked for. I had the best fish and chips of my entire life. I was losing my mind over it. I am not a fan of tartar sauce but I am a fan of the tartar sauce that I had there. It was the absolute best.
Here is a picture of the cutest little street in the cutest little town.
After we almost died 70 times due to plunging to our deaths whilst driving up the tiniest of roads that happened to be extremely curvilicious, we arrived to the Grotte de Choranche aka the coolest cave ever.
First of all the cave was probably 40 degrees. I almost cried in happiness to feel how cold it was. I haven't felt coldness in awhile and I just wanted to hunker down in that cave and wait out this impossible heat wave.
Second of all this cave is wondrous. It's absolutely breathtaking. I have never been so influenced to become a writer of sci-fi in my life, so I could have this cave as my setting.
Borrowed this pic from my good Dal-Pal.
Earth! You astound me! I am really sad that we don't treat you as you should. Maybe if people realized you were magical and had things like this beautiful cave we would care for you more. Sorry dear!
Needless to say it was a magical time with amazing people who I am going to miss seeing every day. EVERYTHING IS GOING TOO FAST NOW! I have 3 more weeks here. That's just nuts. Here's to more adventures.
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