Ines Sordo is studying French and Art History at University College London and writes for one of the university newspapers and the film section of the university magazine "Pi". She is now on her year abroad in Bordeaux, working as an iconographic researcher at the cultural and touristic wine centre. Find out how she's getting on...
Going back to being a proper student, that’s it, i’m out of here and leaving on a jet plane (should you be lucky enough to get security clearance)
Nothing says “I love you” like a dude clapping when the wind suddenly lifts your skirt up as you’re cycling by the riverside. Welcome to bdx. I must preface this post by adding that spontaneous public nudity is not all I’ve been up to this month, I have also been perfecting the art of tanning in the office. So hello, dear reader, I’m back in your normal little life with a slice of my normal little life! And as summer is starting to run its silky hands through my hair, the cold grip of the year abroad project keeps whispering sweet “you have to write those oh &!*$ 6000 words” into my ear.
This month: It’s not wasting time if you’re being funny, I did a cultured thing so please be proud and since when is France THIS different?
This month’s instalment of fun in France has proudly been started on company time. Just in case any of my co-workers are reading this let me add that I’m not spending THAT much time on it (loosely translated from suck-up that means “please please please, still pay me”). In my defence I must point out that the life of a stagiaire isn’t quite heart pumping pulse-thumping stuff and as such I have recently found myself with quite a bit of sort-of-down-time, at work. But, despite this minor inconvenience my job is still aces, like Bordeaux and like my health (not that you were curious, I know, but I needed a filler, pardon the egotism).
So that was the point of this, huh?, BEAT THAT, jet setters of the easyjet kind and a bit of a sniffle
This is my last blog as a year abroad intern. In less than 2 weeks I will be done with work schedules, early wake-up calls and responsibilities and go back to being a regular library-avoider; or a student, as we are known in the vernacular. So, what do I do now? I’ve gotten used to the silly work schedules, my body just wakes up at those ungodly hours and I actually even kind of enjoy those pesky responsibilities… what has this year done to me?!? I took a quick poll of, well, my family and very close friends and the answer came back “you’re actually useful to the world now Ness” which, I’ll be honest, I didn’t realise I was signing up for.
The fantastic one-woman bdx tourism ad, rolling rolling THUMP and bonjour gorgeous, can I buy you a boisson?
It is now March, and just as surely as all the British tourists have started wearing sandals at the slightest hint of sun, so does this blog once again rear its, one hopes improving, head to deliver a status report on my life and Bdx. And, in a rare moment of brevity I shall give you a quick conclusion for this month: Come to Bdx.
What’s “Happy New Year” in French? It’d be a shame to fail so soon and getting off the couch for a change…
Happy New Year person reading this! While I hope this year brings you all the luck you deserve and that this past New Years Eve brought you all the stories you were hoping for, this month comes with a shameful confession: Out of the 3 weeks between the last instalment and this one, 2 of them have been spent in Spain, making writing about Bdx somewhat more complicated. So please be warned that this month we shall talk on broader terms.
I have now been here for three lovely months and haven’t once seen a jazz cat. Now I’m not one to diss Walt Disney, but I am one to voice my disappointment (motherly *tut* for those of you who didn’t realise I was referring to “the aristocats”). Luckily though this still remains the only negative incident on my bordelaise adventure, well that and an unfortunate event involving a few too many shots, but we shan’t start off on the wrong foot.