My time in Toulouse is coming to a close. In six weeks I’ll be wedging books into every available space of luggage and flying to England to start my new adventure. But after two years in my adopted home town, I’m realizing that this blog hasn’t shown La Ville Rose a huge amount of love. So it is now my mission to amend such an oversight and give you all a glimpse of my favourite city in France.
I start my first day as a receptionist at the university today… yup, a French university where my job will be completely in French. Eeep!!!
So to take my mind off my impending doom and total embarrassment, I have made a cup of tea and I’m going to tell you about my trip to Cordes-Sur-Ciel.
Ask most people what the French are good at and they’ll say:
- Being rude to their customers
- Going on strike
Today my focus will be on that last one in the list. Yes, the stereotype is true, the French love a good strike.
You know how I moved to France for a year to learn some French before sallying forth to greener pastures? Yea, well, I can’t say I’m very good at the sallying part. It’s been a year and I’m still in France.
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It’s been over a year since I waved goodbye to everyone I knew and plunged into the unknown. I had no idea what would happen, who I’d meet, and what I’d do along the way. All I had was a backpack, my first hostel reservation, and the knowledge that I’d be in France somewhere around August. I was 21 and in for the ride of a lifetime. Click me for more!
In the pink city
These spaces I love
To fill with my winding steps