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Bahhh I return!

So it has been a crazy couple of weeks, marred mostly by the fact that I’ve been sick as a dog. Currently, I still don’t feel all that great, which is ridiculous given the amount of drugs the French doctor gave me. Going to the doctor was quite a cultural experience, by the way. Literally, all I did was call and make an appointment (this entailed spelling my first and last name), show up and tell them I had arrived, have the doctor look up my nose and in my ears, get a prescription and pay him on the spot. There were no papers to sign, nothing to fill out, no questions really. It was almost bad actually, because I completely forgot to tell the doctor that about my medical allergies. And he ended up prescribing a potentially deadly medication to me. Luckily, I know how to read the word cephalosporin on a box, so I remain alive.

But consequently, I haven’t done a whole lot lately because of this worst sinus infection in the history of mankind. But I still have managed to live my life, which is good. A few weekends ago, my friend Scott offered me a ticket to a Gypsy jazz cabaret. I was ecstatic because 1) gypsies!!!!!!! 2) jazz is cool, and 3) whenever I hear the word cabaret, I think of that musical with Liza Minelli, and I thought of tasteful burlesque. So I was excited about this jazzy, tasteful burlesque show with gypsies. But when Scott and I arrived at the “theater”... we found it was actually more like a Church auditorium. Full of families. And for some reason, the walls were decorated with paper cut-outs of porcupines... and horses... pulling mobile homes. I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND.



But it gets better. Because the concert actually turned out to be traditional Jewish music, which I guess does fit the bill of Gypsy Jazz Cabaret, it just wasn’t what I expected at all. In the end, we had a good time, and even got up to do some traditional Jewish dances with some crazy old woman. I felt like I was seeing the real France. You know, the one with families going to neighborhood Jewish concerts on a Friday night. HOLLA.




There was a lot of drama in Angers that week because it was the week of the mayoral election. Angers has had the same mayor for like a billion (or I don’t know, 10-15) years, but this year, there was a staunch challenger: Christopher Bechu. Who, in my opinion, somewhat ressembles Colin Firth. Also, my friend Kelly lives with his parents here in Angers... they’re her host family. So basically, Kelly is the fake French sister to this guy challenging the Angers mayor (Antonini). I had some good talks with my French family before the election, mostly about how politics is about secret voting and not letting other people know who you’re voting for. I suspected my host mom was a Bechu fan when she excitedly showed me her “Choisir l’avenir! *BECHU*” Livestrong bracelet one day, but she dismissed my assumptions with a non-chalant gesture of, “If it’s Antonini... then it’s Antonini.” She really got me thinking, because I’ve been pretty obsessed with the American election. Politics isn’t competition! It’s about doing what the majority of people wants! So if someone wins that I don’t necessarily support, maybe it’s just like she says: it is just is, and I have to respect that. Then again, I think France is different, because I trust the French to make informed political judgments. I don’t necessarily feel the same about American voters. Stupids.

ANYWAY. I was wrong about my family not being emotional, because Bechu lost (50.4 to 49.6%... RIDIC!) and they were visibly upset. I don’t know what happened to the theory of “If it’s Antonini, it’s Antonini,” but I didn’t see any evidence of it. We were all hoping that maybe if there was a new mayor in time, we could get better night buses running through this town before we left. Quel dommage!

I went to Rome too. For Easter. I have a lot of feelings about that trip. Not all of them are positive, but it’s okay. I got to see a lot of my friends there, which was cool, because Notre Dame sponsored a trip for students studying abroad in Europe. So there were kids from London, Ireland, Spain, and Italy too, all in one place. But it rained. The whole time. And I was sick. I was really freaking sick. It just kept raining. I didn’t have an umbrella. I was really excited to tour the Vatican Museum and the Sistine Chapel... but when I woke up Saturday morning, all of my clothes were still wet from the night before, and, obvi, it was still effing RAINING, and I just thought to myself: “Lisa, you are already sick. Do you really think it’s a good idea to put on your wet clothes, and wear them for at least 18 hours, in the rain? Choose health, Lisa. Choose health.” In hindsight, this was the STUPIDEST decision of my life, because a) I didn’t see the SISTINE CHAPEL and b) I still got sick anyway, so it didn’t even matter. I have a lot of emotions about Rome. I’m trying to work through them. I saw the Pope though! And then a few nights later, I had a dream that I had a baby (a dream!) and the Pope wanted to use him as the symbolic baby Jesus for Christmas mass. I don’t know what that was about.



[the Colosseum]




[the Pope! during Easter Sunday mass]




[ it was so rainy.]


Yesterday I had the delightful opportunity to visit the most celebrated site in Angers. Have I not mentioned what this town is famous for yet? Oh my. I can’t believe I’ve neglected this!

ANGERS HAS THE LARGEST COLLECTION OF APOLYPTIC TAPESTRIES... IN THE WORLD!

Yes, it’s true. This town not only has a chateau, and not only are there tapestries in the chateau, but they are apocalyptic tapestries. Illustrating the Book of the Apocalypse. Before viewing the tapestries, I had the chance to watch an informative video about them, which was mostly film of the tapestries over some really scary organ music. When I entered the hall of the tapestries, it was freaky as shit, yo. There were no windows and it was all dark. And I was the only one in there. Tapestries, man.



[the view of the Angers castle from across the river]



[apocalyptic tapestry]



[view from inside the castle grounds]

In other news,
1. I’m very excited to be going to Spain for Spring Break!
2. I’m very excited to be going to visit the one and only Miss Erica Johnson very soon!
3. I got accredited for a pass to the Cannes Film Festival... so I’ll get to go backstage for a whole bunch of the events with film industry people, journalists, and some other students! This will fabulous.
4. I learned how to make creme brulee! Did you know they have special machines just for burning the sugar on creme brulee? They’re like blowtorches for French housewives. They’re crazy. You can get them at kitchen supply stores, and I totally would, except I think it’d get yoinked by customs.
5. I found a really cool French radio station, complete with cool programs like “Dread n Sky: rap francais”, “Fonkadelica: funk soul acid jazz”, “Resistencia!: punk et contre culture,” and “Boom Tchak: experiences electroniques.” So that’s been fun.
6. I’ve been to a few dance performances. The first was a feminist-themed show... it followed three girls through the process of going out for the night. It actually reminded me a lot of the talks we get about the Notre Dame hook-up culture. The dance followed the girls through getting ready, getting drunk, dancing, and then, of course, the disappointment and regret that followed. It was actually really cool. Then I saw this American troupe re-interpret pieces from the Alwin Niklaus company last night, and that was awesome. One cultural tidbit about the French: they love to applaud. Seriously, both shows, it was like a 10 minute cheer.
7. Oh yeah, I went to a futbol game too! That’s european for soccer. On my way out, I saw an unruly fan being clubbed by a police officer. Those crazy French fans! Could have been worse. Could have been a taser.


Usually on Sundays, my host mom makes a big lunch for all of this... but then again, she and my host dad didn’t come home until 6:30am this morning, so I don’t know if we’re eating. Those crazy kids. So yes, I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while, I just have been under the weather. Keep me updated on your lives, I’m going to go take a nap. A toute a l’heure!