LIfe in yssingeaux. 3 weeks on.
My life has conceded into a routine. But a routine thats a little new to me in more ways than one. I wake up to go to school at 430am (a godless hour i know) and by 520 everyone's downstairs in the human walk-pool. Its FrEeZIng in Yssingeaux in the morning. I wear about 2 layers of heat-tech, a sweater, a jacket and a coat and ear muffs and a scarf. Have to lug a body over my shoulders- Chef shoes, chef jacket, chef trousers and chef file. That alone makes me a full bodied chef-in-training. AND I LOVE THIS NEW ROUTINE despite having lab from 6 to 1pm and then french classes then taking the 20 minute walk back home past the kebab shop and resisting all urges to make fastfood a part of my daily diet. Its so satisfying. So, so so satisfying.
Dinners are communal, and international. Favourite part of my day. Doors are open and i walk across the hall two steps into a greek kitchen. Ohmygodorgasmicgoodness. Friday we had burrito night and basically everyone in the entire estate- US, came over to wraps and tortillas. 99 bottles of beer and wine on the walls, floors and table of course. Everyone is talking at the same time and its almost impossible to hear a thing. Chinese night yesterday and we had soup, sweet and sour pork, fried rice, broccoli and vegetables and chicken wings and noodles and dumplings. And everything is made from scratch, ginger, garlic, soy sauce and oyster sauce. Even the dumpling skins. 10 minutes into stuffing my face and im suddenly sick of it like i've eaten it all my life. Come to think of it, i have actually have eaten it my entire life. Including rice the day before and the day before that. Have i ever been more asian than i am now? Yes and no. Im not a mud-blood, i repeat, i solemnly swear that i am up to being chinese. (Y)
When everything else dies down to feeling tired and afternoon naps and cleaning up and chasing after dishes and doing laundry and rosetta stone. There's always music and beer. Life is so slow and quiet here in this small town that we find the time to talk a lot about everyone's different lives and finding the adorable lovable things in people that you normally wouldnt have he time or energy to care about if we lived in a different well... if we lived in a city. C'est tout. I LOVE YSSINGEAUX. I love having my own apartment with hot water that goes off sometimes, wifi that dies and a roomate. And im not even being bitter or sarcastic about it. I love having these things taken away from me till all that's left is human pleasure. And by that i mean in the purest sense possible, just talking to people, sharing over food and drinks and dessert. A lot of dessert. And dancing.
The funniest thing ever. Kripton Club. The only other thing apart from bowling thats happening in this town. Somebody heard that it was opened from 9 to 2am. And it was easy to believe such a thing happening in a small town. Turns out clubbing or as my roomate would say disco-techs are the same everywhere. Party people they are pretty much the same in that they love to party. All night long. And given that we are all such drunkards and party people everyday, it was the perfect place for us on a friday night. But hilarious. We expected nothing from a town of nothing-ness. Dressed up, not to the nines. Took the long walk past the town's beautiful cemetery and the residential district of Yssingeaux. Reached Kripton at 11. Entered into an EMPTY club that looked like the lamest thing ever. The front of the club was playing music the likes of “can't touch this” and a horrible remix version of the pirates of the Caribbean theme song. LOL. 3 sections of the club. We went into every part for a while and did our own lame dance moves. Pretty much a soloist party of 8. AND THEN.. it started getting cool-er and no, it isnt the alcohol talking. The music got COOLER. English songs came on and then i started to feel the connection. You know what im talking about right. More people came in and on the dance floor and in 2 minutes, it was a party. They served alcohol that was probably the most diluted i'd ever drank or maybe it was due to the fact that I have been drinking SO MUCH wine and beer here that desperados taste almost like sprite to me now. Im starting to to really like alcohol. Especially when you can have it so cheap here in France. We were dancing like shit-cool. African moves, spanish moves, brazilian moves, greek moves and then me, retarded moves. Invented dances like 'whipping pate a choux' and had the most silly fun, clubbing with a whole new set of people, in a tiny town in France.
I should prolly make my blogposts more interesting and go back to posting normally. more of that another time and more news of little yssingeaux! A bientot!
