La Fin

Seeing as I’ve only been home for 10 days, I’m not sure if it’s been enough time to really reflect and grasp what a fulfilling semester I had and how much I learned.  I know going abroad will probably be one of the best life experiences I’ll have, but it’s hard to qualify it as such just yet.  Being home with my family for Christmas is making me so happy right now that the ache to go back to France hasn’t hit me full force, but I’ve been warned that it will, and the more I think about it, the more it starts burn.

The purpose for me going abroad, particularly to Dijon, France, was to challenge myself, and I know I succeeded in that goal.  I went to a country where I didn’t fluently speak the language, lived with a family I knew nothing about, and traveled internationally on my own.  Although I go to college far from home, I gained even more independence in my four months in Europe.  I gained more awareness of the world and how I fit into it.  I also gained a different perspective on the complicated relationship between the U.S. and France, who are so alike, yet so different.  I’m coming home with new friends at Wake Forest, new Canadian friends, and what hopefully will be a lifelong friendship with my host family.  

If I wasn’t a Francophile before I went, I am a serious Francophile now. 

Dijon

Things I LOVED in France:

Day at the beach in Saintes Maries-de-la-Mer—Maya the dog—driving through the countryside of Bourgogne—wine—Monoprix—pain au chocolat—Normandy beaches—chevre chaud—Tour Eiffel—École de Barbizon painters—Marie Antoinette’s hamlet—street sandwiches—tomme de Savoie cheese—profiteroles—hiking in Chamonix—my host family—Musée d’Orsay—7^th arrondissement—Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe—Christmas lights—moelleux au chocolat—vintage advertisements—the je ne sais quoi of French fashion—brioche—Perrier—Honfleur—baguettes—tea with my host mom—Monet exposition—Zara—Christmas markets—regular markets—French Special K—Le Bon Marché—Vivaldi’s Four Seasons in Sainte Chapelle—the TGV—the view from the Arc de Triomphe—macaroons—the lock bridge—ice cream cones—crêpes Nutella—Prince cookies—tartes framboises—walking everywhere—Stéphan the bus driver—boulangerie/patisseries—Madame Sabard—host family dinners—new friends 

host family minus Etienne

Hope you all enjoyed the blog and that I gave you a good visual of my life in France!

Gros bisous,

Ellen

La Capitale de Noël

Once I got back from Paris, I had a day to catch up on homework, and then my group left Monday morning for Strasbourg, aka the Capital of Christmas (I didn’t make that up).  We arrived in the city in the afternoon with about an hour to kill before our walking tour.  We headed straight to the famous Christmas markets to scope out future purchases, only after beelining it to the stands with vin chaud (mulled wine) and beignet bretzels (donut pretzels).

Petite France

We then met up with our guide at the Office of Tourism for our walking tour around the town.  Because it’s located in the region of Alsace, Strasbourg’s history is marked by war.  The region traded hands between France and Germany several times, giving it a confused French/German identity.  It was also bombed quite a bit (by the Americans) during World War II, so a lot of it had to be rebuilt, but they kept the original style.  In addition to being the Capital of Christmas, Strasbourg is the seat of the European Parliament, which, in a way, symbolizes France and Germany’s strong friendship now.  Our tour took us through the center of town, Petite France, and l’Église St. Thomas, which has an organ that Mozart himself played.

Unfortunately, it rained throughout the entire walking tour, so at the end, we ducked into a café for a quick hot chocolate while we waited for our bus to take us to the hotel.  After we refreshed at the hotel, we all took taxis to the restaurant for dinner, where I ordered an unidentifiable meat that turned out to be pork.  I decided I would try to be adventurous in choosing my meals and attempt to eat all regional specialties.

l'Horloge Astronomique

cathedral interior

Tuesday started with a tour of the cathedral, which managed to survive the wars.  It houses l’Horloge Astronomique, or the Astronomical Clock, that dates from 1843 and still functions perfectly, even though it operates 30 minutes behind.  Next, we got on a boat tour (thankfully it was covered and heated) that took us around the island holding the center of town.  It was cool to see the city from another point of view, and we got to see some of the European government buildings.   After our tours, we went to lunch at a restaurant/brewery, and I continued my quest to eat local foods by ordering flammekueche.  Flammekueche or tarte flambée is kind of like a pizza with a very thin, cracker-like crust covered with crème fraîche, onions, cheese, and bacon, and I added mushrooms to mine.  It was pretty delicious.      

boat tour

Marche de Noel

Our itinerary left the rest of the afternoon free, so I wandered around the Christmas markets with some other kids in the group.  I bought a couple of ornaments and some Christmas cookies for my host family, but we went back to the hotel after only a couple of hours since it had started raining again, and we were all freezing.  After a much needed nap, we went to dinner, and I ordered my most adventurous meal yet:  choucroute.  Choucroute is essentially sauerkraut and various types of meat (including sausages, a hot dog, and pork) together in a big dish.  I was afraid I wouldn’t like it, but it was actually really tasty.  Dishes like this one make the German influence pretty obvious.

Kayserburg

Wednesday morning, we left Strasbourg, but on our way back to Dijon, we stopped in the picturesque town of Kayserburg.  This town also had a Christmas market, but we got there at lunch time and almost every store was closed.  There was nothing else to do except walk around a little and eat lunch.  We landed in a restaurant where I ordered another flammekueche, and by the time we finished eating, the shops had opened.  I did pretty well at the Strasbourg Christmas markets, so I didn’t buy anything, but the town was adorable and all decorated, so it was fun to wander around.

We got back to Dijon in the early evening and had some time to go home and put our luggage away (I just went to my friend Caroline’s since my house is further away) before we had our last big group dinner.  We ate at Le Grand Café in Centre Ville, and it was a fun dinner, probably because everyone was more relaxed and excited about going home.  We were all a little sad to think that our adventures abroad were coming to an end.

Family Weekend in Paris, Part Deux

Thursday, after another short presentation and my final, I went back to Paris to spend one last full day there with my family.  That night, the hotel had suggested Café de l’Homme for dinner, which looks out on the Eiffel Tower (not to be confused with Jules Verne in the Eiffel Tower).  We had a spectacular view for when it started sparkling every hour for 10 minutes.

Friday, we went to another one of my favorite museums, Musée d’Orsay.  I love Monet, Manet, Renoir, Degas, and Sisley, and they can all be found there.  Emily and Laura were entirely thrilled about going to another museum (they had been to the Louvre the day before), so they raced through the exhibits and found a bench to sit and wait for my mom and me.  

We spent the rest of the day shopping in the 7^th arrondissement, which might be my favorite neighborhood in Paris.  It’s incredibly quaint and less touristy than the shopping on the Champs-Elysées or around Opéra Garnier.  When I go back to Paris, I would probably want to stay in this area since I’ve seen the majority of the main tourist sites multiple times now.

view from the top

That night we went to a restaurant that served traditional Burgundian food (made me feel like I was at home in Dijon!) and had a delicious last meal in Paris.  The restaurant was in walking distance from the Eiffel Tower, so we walked there after dinner and climbed to the top, as a sort of last hurrah.  It was freezing up top, so we walked around quickly and got on the elevator down as the tower started sparkling.  It was the perfect way to end my last night in Paris.

Place Vendome decorated for Christmas

My mom and sisters left for the airport early Saturday morning, but I slept in and got breakfast at the hotel before I did some last minute shopping and went back to Dijon.  I was welcomed back by more homework, but I had our last group excursion to Strasbourg to look forward to and one week left in France (sad).

Dicus Girls do Dijon

Being in Dijon was a real test of my family’s French skills (I give them a D-, which is generous).  Not as many people speak English as in Paris, so they were much more dependent on me.  Since it is a part of wine country, I was able to find some English tours to send them on while I was in class. 

I didn’t have class until 1 on Monday, so I showed them how to take the bus to the Olympic-sized pool on the outskirts of Dijon.  Having two swimmer sisters necessitated finding a pool for them to work out, and the city must have prepared for their arrival by building the pool last year.  I took the bus back right away to do more homework before class, but they managed getting back on their own, and we had arranged for them to go on a little walking tour related to the Dukes of Bourgogne while I was in class. 

I met back up with everyone at the hotel that evening, and we took a taxi to my host family’s house for the big meeting of the families.  My Wake professor came to help with the translation since my family speaks no French and my host family speaks limited to no English.  We didn’t really have any communication problems, and I was so glad my two families got to meet, especially so my real family could see where I’d been living for the past three months.  My sisters were nervous about what they would be eating, and we started with champagne as an apéritif and my host mom made salad, duck with mushrooms and rice, cheese, and Poire Belle Hélène (vanilla ice cream with pears and hot fudge) for dessert along with some macaroons, which all went over quite well.  Everyone got along great, and I was glad it ended up working out to have my families meet.  It’s too bad my dad wasn’t able to come for the festivities.

I spent the night at my host family’s house, so my mom and sisters were on their own for most of Tuesday.  While they went to the pool in the morning and on a wine tour in the afternoon, I had class in the morning and skipped my afternoon classes to work on a presentation for the next day.  I ended up missing my last wine class with my group (they tasted 10 wines) and missed the wine tour with my mom and sisters, but I had homework to catch up on.  I reunited with my family for dinner at Le Grand Café before heading back to my host family’s house.

I had class on Wednesday, and my sisters went to swim before they caught a train back to Paris that afternoon.   They managed to get back to their hotel by themselves (impressive for their level of French), and I stayed back in Dijon to do my presentation on the French education system (for which I had to interview a real French person), finish up an internship application that was due back in the U.S., and study for a final the next day.  The prospect of going back to Paris again helped me through (and sort of distracted me from) my studying.  

Family Weekend in Paris

First of all, my apologies, I didn’t realize it had been almost a month since my last post!  The last 3 weeks in France were a blur, and I’ve been home for a week, but doing anything productive has been a struggle.  That said, here is a wrap up of the end of my time abroad…

As soon as I got home from London, I had to start mentally preparing for my family to come visit me.  My mom and two sisters, Emily and Laura, flew into Paris on Thursday morning (Thanksgiving), and after class, I took a train from Dijon to meet up with them and at least spend a little bit of time with them on Thanksgiving.  Imagine my surprise when I got to their hotel room around 8 pm and they were ASLEEP.  In the fog of jet-lag, they got up to say hello, and I just ended up going down to the hotel lobby to do homework.  I skipped out on the big dinner planned for our group in Dijon to see my family, but apparently they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore.  Happy Thanksgiving to you too?

Friday morning, everyone but me was up bright and early, still not quite adjusted to the time difference.  After some coercion, I got up and ready to go on our Cityrama bus tour.  The tour was a perfect introduction to the city for my mom and sisters, who had never been to Paris or to France before.  We drove by sites like the Opéra Garnier, Place de la Concorde, Arc de Triomphe, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the Louvre plus others, basically all the major monuments.  After the bus tour, we took the metro to Musée Rodin, one of my favorite museums.  It was freezing cold outside, so the outside portion wasn’t as enjoyable as the last time I was there, but I still love all the Rodin sculptures.  From there, we stayed in the 7^th arrondissement and walked to lunch at a restaurant called Au Babylone.  The restaurant was incredibly French (and a little terrifying for my non-French-speaking family members), but they survived.

The Thinker, Musee Rodin

Our next stop was Le Bon Marché, a department store in the 7^th.  My host mom had suggested it as a good place to shop, and I loved it.  It was so much less crowded and less overwhelming than Galeries Lafayette.  In addition to the beautiful clothes and shoes, there is also a Grand Épicerie or food hall, essentially a French Dean & Deluca on steroids.  If I lived in the neighborhood and could afford it, I would do my grocery shopping there.  We left Le Bon Marché without buying anything and it was snowing.  At first, it was a beautiful snow in Paris, but it turned into wet, fat flakes pretty quickly, so we found refuge in a café for coffee, crêpes, and tea.

outside the Grand Palais, looking down the Champs Elysees, toward Place de la Concorde

Since I learned about it before my last trip to Paris, I had been dying to go to the Monet Exposition at the Grand Palais, so after our pit stop at the café, I dragged everyone back across the river to wait in line.  It was possible to pre-order tickets, but as soon as I finally knew when my family would be in Paris, the advance tickets were sold out until January, so we had to wait in line.  My host mom suggested going in the evening, so we worked it out to get there around 5:30 and only ended up having to wait about 50 minutes to get inside (compared to a friend who waited 3 hours).  I love Monet, so the exposition was phenomenal.  It was incredibly crowded and sometimes difficult to get up close to the paintings, but I am so glad I went.  There may not be another time that I’ll get to see that many Monet paintings in the same place (they brought in paintings from France, the U.S., the U.K., Russia, the Netherlands, and other museums).  My sisters were definitely not as enthused, but the theme for the trip was being open-minded, so they put forth effort, although very little, to learn something about Monet. 

Flag on top of the Grand Palais

After Monet, we headed back to the hotel to rest and refresh before trying to find a place for dinner.  I researched in my French guides for some suggestions, but we found out the hard way the necessity of making a reservation.  Luckily, after some walking, we found a place called Royal Madeleine that had an open table for four.  Not going in with very high expectations, we had a delicious dinner.  We ordered a bottle of wine for the table and my sisters were a little shocked when the waiter served them a glass without batting an eye.  The drinking age in France is 18, but if you’re with your parents, drinking wine is no big deal.  They happily partook in this part of the culture, and Laura was pleased to learn that putting your elbows on the table isn’t considered bad manners in France.

Notre Dame de Paris getting ready for Christmas

The first day in Paris for the family was tiring and probably overwhelming, so everyone slept in on Saturday.  We headed to Opéra Garnier first with intentions of taking a tour.  Upon seeing the line and learning that the actual theater was closed for rehearsals, we decided to go find some lunch and make our way over to Notre Dame.  We walked through the gorgeous cathedral but were just a minute too late to climb up to the top.  Feeling as though most of our attempts at seeing things had been a grand failure so far, we tried our luck at getting tickets to the strings concert at Sainte Chapelle (fortunately, our luck turned).  Even though the church wasn’t heated, the concert was amazing.  They played Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and some Bach, and the lead violinist was unbelievably talented.  It was even more amazing considering how cold their fingers must have been.  We had to stop at a café across the street afterwards for some hot drinks to try and warm up.  From there, we headed to a delicious dinner at Le Train Bleu, the restaurant inside Gare de Lyon (the train station).

concert in Sainte Chapelle

views from the top of Notre Dame

Sunday we had train tickets to Dijon, but we hurried over to Notre Dame to climb up to the top before we left.  It was an adventure getting through the Sunday crowds at the train station, but we made it with plenty of time and got to Dijon in the early evening.  Everyone was hungry, but it’s impossible to get dinner anytime before 7 or 7:30, so we went and got coffee and crêpes after checking into the hotel.  Emily and I had some homework, so between coffee and dinner we did some work, and then we walked down the street to Gril’ Laure to get some pizza (still delicious even though it wasn’t in Italy).  

A Very Potter Weekend

Seeing as I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan, it was only natural that I would plan a trip to London conveniently corresponding with the release of the newest movie.  I didn’t go for the premiere, but I just wanted to be in the city of London to see the movie.  Fortunately for me, I have a few friends studying there so I was able to see them at the same time.

Thursday night, my friend Ginny and I took the train to Paris and then caught the Eurostar to London, going under the English Channel (not as cool as we hoped).  We got in to London late and took the tube to our friend Courtie’s flat where she was waiting for us with cider and peanut butter!  I was so impressed by the flat because Courtie and her 5 flatmates found it themselves, since their program doesn’t do that for them. 

The next day, we got up and had peanut butter toast at the flat (a rare luxury for those of us studying in France) and headed toward Oxford Street, which was within walking distance.  We walked along and window shopped and then went into the big department store Selfridge’s to browse.  It’s right up there with Galeries Lafayette as far as being super posh, so we just admired the pretty things and the Christmas decorations.

On my way to Hogwarts

From there, we took a bus (which was of course a double-decker bus) to King’s Cross station to start our Very Potter Weekend with a picture at platform nine and three quarters, and then we took the tube toward Piccadilly to get some afternoon tea.  My friend Carolyn who is also studying in London suggested Richoux for tea, so Courtie, Ginny, and I went there and all ordered traditional tea.  We ate cucumber sandwiches, biscuits and jam, and pastries and were so full by the end of it, but I could definitely make afternoon tea a ritual. 

After tea, Courtie had to go pick up the key for the flat her family was renting for the week starting Saturday, so we went along with her.  Once we got the key we started walking around the block to get a taxi when Harrod’s popped up out of nowhere.  Obviously we went in.  It was decorated for Christmas and so fabulous, I could’ve spent days inside.  We were on a bit of a schedule though, so we picked up some macaroons at Ladurée for Courtie’s family and then did a lap outside to look at the window displays.  The windows were all Peter Pan-themed for Christmas and under the awning of each window, they were playing a different Christmas song.  Nothing like Harrod’s to get you in the Christmas spirit.

oh hello, Harrod's

Once we had gotten our fill of Christmas and pining after enormous diamonds, we went back to Courtie’s flat to grab our stuff and then headed over to my friend Lauren’s place over in South Kensington.  Courtie had to get to bed early to meet her family at the airport the next day, so Lauren was in charge of us the rest of the weekend. 

only slightly obsessed

We caught up for a little bit, and then Lauren, Ginny, and I took the tube over to Piccadilly Circus and walked to Leicester Square to get dinner before Harry Potter.  Since I never managed to eat fish and chips in Dublin, we found a pub nearby so Ginny and I could get a taste of London food and drink some cider.  We headed to the movie theater after dinner for our 9:30 showing of HP, but due to a minor problem with the tickets Lauren ordered online, we had to switch the tickets to midnight.  It wasn’t a big deal since we just killed time in a pub, but I was relieved that we were still able to see it. 

The movie was AMAZING.  There were people dressed up and people would cheer and react to the major scenes in the movie.  I had popcorn (I can’t remember the last time I ate popcorn) and was so glad I was seeing Harry Potter, in London, no less.  I had been waiting for that since I knew I would be abroad and the movie would be coming out.

Buckingham Palace

Westminster Abbey

Parliament

Saturday, we slept in a little and spent the day sightseeing, with Lauren acting as our tour guide.  We saw Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey, and Trafalgar Square, which are all within walking distance.  From Trafalgar Square, we took a bus to the Tower of London.  Taking the bus was nice because we got to see more of the city than we would have on the tube.  In the Tower of London, we saw the Crown Jewels and had a great view of the Tower Bridge.  Being there really made me want to read up on more British history, since it was so exciting, with all the beheadings and royal family drama.

Trafalgar Square

Tower Bridge

Tower of London

It got dark around 4, so we left the Tower of London and went to a nearby restaurant for some Asian food (another thing I’ve missed in Dijon).  We ate an early dinner and realized we still had the entire night ahead of us with nothing planned, so we made our way back to Leicester Square to see about getting tickets to a show.  Jersey Boys was our first choice, so we attempted the half-price ticket booths and without luck, went to the theater.  We were able to score 20 pound tickets, all separate, but tickets all the same to that night’s show.  With about an hour to kill, we went to the pub across the street.  I’d wanted to see Jersey Boys forever, so I was so happy we found last minute tickets and were able to see it in the West End!  It was an awesome show, even if I was basically watching it from above.

After the show, we went back to Lauren’s neighborhood and got some frozen yogurt (another thing France is lacking) before heading back to her place.  All of us were too tired to go out, lame I know, but we had to be able to wake up for our trains today.  This morning, we went to brunch at a place called Giraffe near Lauren’s dorm, and then Ginny and I caught the tube to St. Pancras station for our trains back to Paris and then Dijon.

It’s sad to think that London was my last big trip of the semester, but I have Paris with my mom and sisters to look forward to this coming weekend!  Now I just have to start working on my mountain of homework…

À bientôt!

Her Campus

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Ciao Firenze!

Wake does Florence

River Arno

Last Thursday night, three other girls from Dijon and I said au revoir France and hopped on a night train to Florence, Italy.  My friend Michelle is studying there this semester, so Ginny and I went to meet up with her, while our friend Courtie came from London for a mini-reunion.  Steph and Brittany were on our train, but they were meeting up with other Wake friends.

Our train on the way there might have been one of the most miserable things I’ve ever experienced.  It was stiflingly hot in the cabin and we couldn’t figure out how to control the temperature, and we were an hour late to Florence even though we still got there around 8:30 a.m.  We were so happy to get off the train, and conveniently our hostel was within walking distance from the train station, so we went to meet Courtie and freshen up since we obviously looked like disasters after a sweaty train ride.

 Michelle had school stuff during the day on Friday, so Ginny, Courtie, Steph, Courtie’s friend Iris from her London program, and I did some touristy things.  We started out with a pastry (not as good as France, sorry Florence) and then went to the Galleria dell’Accademia museum to see Michelangelo’s David.  Even though we paid 20 euros for reserved tickets, David was worth it.  He is very impressive.

Duomo

From there, we walked to the Duomo, the domed cathedral and probably most famous site in Florence.  We went inside the cathedral and then climbed up the 414 steps of the Campanile to see some amazing views of the city.  It is such a gorgeous city and so quintessentially Italian, to me.  It was definitely different than France, and it was fun to experience another country for a weekend.  After the climb (where it was made very clear how out of shape I am), we decided to reward ourselves with lunch.  Thanks to a list of things to do in Florence given to me by a friend of a friend, we found a little sandwich shop called the Oil Shoppe where we got delicious paninis.

Duomo view from the Campanile

view of the city

By then, Michelle was done with class, so we met up with her in Piazza della Signoria, where we saw the Fountain of Neptune and Palazzo Vecchio and then went inside the Galleria degli Uffizi, which is one of the city’s most well-known art museums.  It’s housed in one of the Medici family’s former palaces and the collection is composed of art that belonged to the family and donations.  Michelle acted as tour guide and explained some of the importance of the art, so I actually learned something!  We saw works by Raphael, Botticelli, and da Vinci among others.  Working on no sleep, Ginny, Steph, and I headed straight back to the hostel after the museum for a nap.  We had to be on our game for our big Italian dinner and night out.

Fountain of Neptune

Palazzo Vecchio

That night, we met up with some other Wake girls and a couple of their friends from the NYU program for a big family style dinner at a restaurant.  I wish I remembered the name because it was so delicious.  They brought out a big tray of cold cuts like salami and prosciutto, bruschetta, grilled vegetables, and the freshest Caprese salad I’ve ever had.  There’s nothing quite like good fresh mozzarella cheese.  There was of course warm, delicious bread and Chianti, too.  After all the appetizers, they brought out three kinds of pasta, one was a cheesy penne, one was gnocchi with meat sauce, and one was truffle ravioli.  Needless to say, I was ready to burst after dinner, but it was sooo good.  I mean, one of my main objectives for going to Florence was to eat, so I was quite content.   

After dinner, Courtie, Michelle, Ginny, Iris, and I separated from the rest of the group to go to bar that Michelle and her friends like to go to.  We sat outside on a patio with heaters and had a drink; it was so warm compared to Dijon!  Next, we headed down the street to a club called Twice for some dancing.  They were playing good music and we had a great time, but after awhile the creepy Italian men got to be a little much.  Note to European men:  can you leave me alone and let me dance with my girlfriends at your clubs?  Seems to be a constant throughout the continent...

love locks near the Arno

Santa Maria Novella

The next day, we got up and met Michelle by the Santa Maria Novella church close to our hostel to walk to the leather markets in San Lorenzo.  We went to the food markets for pastries first and then browsed all the leather goods for a little while.  I bought a pashmina and some cute leather bracelets but wasn’t brave enough to go for a leather jacket or purse.  After the markets, we went to get some pizza at the little restaurant on Michelle’s street, which of course was delicious.  We headed back toward the center of town for some more last minute shopping and then headed across the River Arno for some gelato at La Carraia (how I made it more than 24 hours before my first gelato, I’ll never know).

leather markets

night view of the Duomo and Palazzo Vecchio

a version of the David at the Piazza le Michelangelo

Once we were on the other side of the river, we trekked up to the Piazza le Michelangelo to get another good view of the city.  By the time we got up to the top, it was dark, but the view was still beautiful.  Thankfully, Michelle was there to help point out the famous landmarks and help me figure out what was what.

We took the bus back down to town, went to the hostel to change clothes, and headed to dinner at La Giostra around 9:30 (working on an Italian time schedule).  We’d heard that they have good pear and cheese ravioli, so we were intrigued.  Almost all of us ordered it, and it was to. die. for.  The meal started out with some champagne and a tray of bruschetta, eggplant, and other appetizers on the house.  I had an arugula salad next and then the pear ravioli.  I’ll probably dream about it now, it was so good.  We ended up staying at the restaurant until about 12:30, talking and laughing, and we were all stuffed, so we headed home since Courtie and Iris had an 8 a.m. flight back to London.

Ponte Vecchio

Luckily for those of us in Dijon, our train didn’t leave Florence until 9:30 the next night, so we had another full day.  Steph, Ginny, and I met Michelle for cappuccino and a pastry near her host family’s apartment and dropped our stuff off there since we had to check out of the hostel.  (It was fun to see a real Italian apartment and see where Michelle is living!).  From there, we walked to the Ponte Vecchio, the oldest bridge in Florence that now has only jewelry stores on it.  Ginny and I then went to the Palazzo Pitti and walked around the Boboli Gardens.

Palazzo Pitti

Boboli Gardens

view from the top of the Boboli Gardens

We all reconvened at Gusta Pizza, which is supposedly the best pizza in Florence, and I wouldn’t doubt it.  Between five of us (Michelle, me, Ginny, Steph, and her friend Margaret), we split two pizzas and a calzone, and they were so good.  Can’t get better than pizza in Italy.  Since we had some time to kill, we headed back over the river to catch a bus and visit the NYU Florence campus, stopping at Grom for some gelato first, of course.  Michelle and Margaret are both doing the same program, so they gave us a little tour.  The campus is an old estate and is covered in olive trees and is just so beautiful.  It’s hard to believe they take class there every day.  

NYU Florence campus

Persimmon tree on campus

We took the bus back into town and then went to dinner at Quattro Leoni, Margaret’s favorite restaurant, conveniently near her apartment.  We finished our trip with another delicious Italian meal.  I had an arugula salad with avocado, pine nuts, and pesto (awesome) and penne with meat sauce, a perfect way to end the weekend.  After dinner, we stopped by Margaret’s apartment to see it and then walked to the train station, where we were all dreading the long night ahead.

All in all, Florence was absolutely amazing.  I had the best food, got to spend the weekend in a BEAUTIFUL city, and see some Wake friends.  It was fun, too, because I got a good feel for what Michelle’s life in Florence is like after seeing her house and school and visiting some of her favorite spots.  Now I’ll be able to relate to her experience a little more and know what she’s talking about when she tells stories!  I was also relieved to have her around since I know not a word of Italian and she served as translator.

The train back to Dijon wasn’t as terrible since we figured out how to make the compartment cooler, but I still got almost no sleep and was welcomed back to Dijon by freezing cold weather, rain, and a test that afternoon.  I’m pretty much buried in homework right now, but I wanted to get this blog up before I head to London tomorrow (what a life, I know).

I apologize for the length of this post, but hopefully this will sustain you until I have time to report back from Londontown.

Arrivederci!