Still Not Food-Named

Hello!

I hope you survived that beast of a post yesterday. It took me three or so months to write it, so I sure hope you managed to make it through. It wasn’t very heavy on writing, though, so hopefully it was faster for you to look through it than for me to write it and add in all those pictures!

I will be back tomorrow with your regularly-scheduled food-titled blogs.

For today, I’ll share a list with you. (Lists seem to be my default post.)

THINGS I MISS ABOUT FRANCE

1. My friends. Gah, so much love, so much awesome. Vous me manquez toujours, mes amis français. La bande surtout! ❤

2. The food. Especially the pastries. I’ve also been craving some crepes for a few weeks now, ever since I got my crepe spatula. I haven’t yet gotten a chance to use it, but I want crepes. And brioche.

3. The language. This one is obvious. I miss hearing French every day, surrounding me in this bubble of confusingly different accents and those few words that I don’t fully understand. I miss walking down the street and only catching snatches of conversation that mix and entwine that I can’t fully understand the meaning of.

4. Bordeaux. My favorite city. Hanging out with Jeveta and Any, having adventures and getting lost in the countryside. Eating McDonalds far too often, and laughing uproariously at the opera music in that one McDo. The cows and the Garonne and the blackened buildings from the pollution of the city.

5. The Mediterranean. The clear, azure blue water and the striking shoreline that changes so quickly. The lack of animals, the water the just-right temperature, and that cloudless sky.

6. La glace. Oh man. Frambroise, menthe chocolat… Comme je veux.

7. L’ecole?! I miss my English teacher, mostly. She was awesome. And all my random classes, where I would sit quietly or joke with my friends, soaking up the things I already knew in a different language. That moment of finally understanding something, or learning a new word. Scribbling notes in my fake agenda and singing songs with Jean-Paul under my breath. Lunchtime, sitting in the sun and hearing the sound of the sea echoing up into the sky.

8. The part of my soul that will always be in France. It is my home, and my dream; my biggest accomplishment. France is part of me, and has defined me for so long. It is greater than just a place for me, and I wish that I could go back every couple of weeks just to be there again, to become Aly en France for another period of time; rather than just Aly en France aux Etats-Unis. I will always be “en France”, if only in my heart and thoughts.

There 🙂

Not to say that I don’t love home, and love being here with all my friends. But sometimes, I just want to be back there for a moment, with the people I came to love in half a year; the ones that sometimes forgot that I spoke English at all. xD

A demain!



-Aly

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