I may have said goodbye to England but the adventures are just beginning for me here in France!
It was fascinating to hear the language changes as I crossed into France. Suddenly, British accents faded away and I was saying Bonjour and Merci. Today I even found myself thinking in halted French. It seems unavoidable when I need to speak, find directions, ask questions and listen in French. It's true that living in the other country, immersing yourself is the best way to learn a language. Even after just 24 hours I am feeling more comfortable. Of course, I am far from fluent or even coherent in most complex sentences past the basics like"Ou est..." (where is...). I definitely an American through and through, but my host is patient with me and the woman at the tourist office told me I spoke very well!
Luckily the train rides from Brighton to Angers went smoothly, and experienced travel through chunnel under the English Channel. The train cars went dark and pressurized for about 20 minutes and then the sun reappeared and I was officially in France. My host was ready to greet me at the train station and take me back to her lovely home. I shook her hand and she kissed my cheeks, giving me la bise and proving the stereotype 100% accurate. My room is clean, comfortable and all inclusive with a bathroom and mini kitchen so I have everything I need for the next 9 days. There is even a cat, Isabelle Minette. Although no little kitty can compare to my dearest Cleo, Isabelle Minette is adorable, friendly and has made herself at home on my lap at breakfast and on my bed in the afternoon. Any kitty love to tide me over is much appreciated.