<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:36:04.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peut-être plus tard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-1282936750287573891</id><published>2008-03-13T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:06:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnes' Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kgHVl7NCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ibpnR4I6EJQ/s1600-h/Agnes+Paris+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kgHVl7NCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ibpnR4I6EJQ/s200/Agnes+Paris+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204557066482722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kfy1l7NBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HC1fHt-Idmg/s1600-h/Agnes+Paris+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kfy1l7NBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HC1fHt-Idmg/s200/Agnes+Paris+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204204879164434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before my February break Agnes came to visit me! I was so nice to have a friend from home to talk to but she could only stay for 2 days-short but sweet. I met Agnes at the train station and that night we just hung out, made fajitas and had some wine. (On the right is a picture of these scary looking trees they have here. In January they trimmed all the branches off of them so they're just left with these stumps. They look like they should be in Pan's Labyrinth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kkJFl7NHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ub-LzgCP61o/s1600-h/new+pics+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kkJFl7NHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ub-LzgCP61o/s200/new+pics+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177208985177764978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got up early, luckily the weather was nice, and I showed Agnes around Nantes and took her to the main sites. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kkH1l7NFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9QrXL__EeQI/s1600-h/new+pics+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kkH1l7NFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9QrXL__EeQI/s200/new+pics+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177208963702928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This also gave me an opportunity to take some pictures that I should have taken before..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kkIll7NGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mVQNNbr3ZsM/s1600-h/new+pics+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kkIll7NGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mVQNNbr3ZsM/s200/new+pics+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177208976587830370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon I had class and had to study for a philosophy test for a bit so I left Agnes on the computer while I studied. Later we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kl2ll7NJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OLvMBCujmy8/s1600-h/new+pics+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kl2ll7NJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OLvMBCujmy8/s200/new+pics+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177210866373440658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went out for crepes. Usually when you get crepes first you have a salty (usually with cheese and some sort of meat) then you have a sweet one for desert. My first one was great with this sausage cured in muscadet (a wine in the Brittany region) but I sort of screwed up with my dessert. I got a crepe flambee grand marnier chocolat banane. It comes lit on fire but when I got it I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with it so I blew the fire out instead of waiting for it to burn off all the alcohol. So every bite of my crepe ended up tasting like I was taking a shot of grand marnier with my crepe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kl3ll7NKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h3bxXkDlYyU/s1600-h/new+pics+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kl3ll7NKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h3bxXkDlYyU/s200/new+pics+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177210883553309858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we met up with Carrie and her friend for some drinks. We bought this think called a 'Giraffe'. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9khjFl7NEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AkeLllxMLqc/s1600-h/new+pics+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9khjFl7NEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AkeLllxMLqc/s200/new+pics+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177206133319480386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't have pitchers here in bars but I guess this would be a sort of equivalent.&lt;br /&gt;This is Carrie's friend Leslie who was here for a week next to the Giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agne's left the next afternoon, she needed to get to Southampton to prepare for back to school. We talked about traveling in April together but I'm still waiting to hear back from her. I want to do a hike in the south of France or in Corse but I don't want to go alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-1282936750287573891?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1282936750287573891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=1282936750287573891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/1282936750287573891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/1282936750287573891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/agnes-visit.html' title='Agnes&apos; Visit'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kgHVl7NCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ibpnR4I6EJQ/s72-c/Agnes+Paris+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-4871059326425618630</id><published>2008-03-13T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:27:29.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life in Nantes</title><content type='html'>So it was definitely hard to come back to Nantes. Before I left for the holidays I thought I might stay until the end of June to compete in a quad at the French Championships which my coach had asked me to stay for. However, I realized that I wouldn't be happy staying that long and I also wouldn't have much to do either. I wouldn't be able to travel since I was supposed to stay in Nantes to train. School would be over and I probably would have trouble finding a job as well so it just didn't really make sense to stay just for one race. I'm glad to have made this decision and can't wait to be back at the beginning of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here was great up until I left but I don't think it's stopped raining since January. I'm definitely not enjoying the rain because 1. I can't ride my bike (however I needed it to be fixed anyways) 2. I lost my umbrella 3. Rowing sucks in the wind/rain and 4. everyone including me is miserable in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kcVVl7M9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TA_vNL69264/s1600-h/DSC02137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kcVVl7M9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TA_vNL69264/s200/DSC02137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177200399538140114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fortunately the rain held off for most weekends which gave my coach the perfect opportunity to make us row some of the longest distances ever. In a quad, Marie, Steph, Charlotte and I were rowing at least 35km per weekend for 4 weekends in a row; once 35 in just one day!  Since I hadn't been rowing all Christmas holiday I no longer had my protective callouses and I experienced the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kdWVl7M_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0UDQmF9Yq8A/s1600-h/DSC02134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kdWVl7M_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0UDQmF9Yq8A/s200/DSC02134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177201516229637106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; most painful blisters I have ever had.  One night I couldn't even sleep they were in so much pain that I had to call my mom to ask what I should do. I eventually had to start going to sleep with frozen washcloths on my hands.  I'm glad that's over now and that my hands are back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kcWVl7M-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WTEdsOkZ_-E/s1600-h/DSC02158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kcWVl7M-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WTEdsOkZ_-E/s200/DSC02158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177200416718009314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the picture (left, above) is Marie, Steph, Charlotte and I. There is a 20km row to Suce-sur-Erdre. At the half way point where we turn around is a cafe where we'd stop for hot chocolate.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kdmll7NAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vVMBTMupuIU/s1600-h/DSC02149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kdmll7NAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vVMBTMupuIU/s200/DSC02149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177201795402511362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-4871059326425618630?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4871059326425618630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=4871059326425618630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/4871059326425618630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/4871059326425618630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-life-in-nantes.html' title='Back to life in Nantes'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kcVVl7M9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TA_vNL69264/s72-c/DSC02137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-5242921533745792892</id><published>2008-03-13T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:06:13.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>Since I sort of abandoned my blog after Christmas, I'm not exactly sure where to start off again. Obviously I'm sort of lazy since I haven't gotten around to updating this thing since December 13th so I think I'll just skip the details of the rest of December and January but post a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kSoll7M3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/L2QdT78IgFE/s1600-h/Canada+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kSoll7M3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/L2QdT78IgFE/s200/Canada+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177189735134344050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on Christmas eve (Jenniver, me, mom, Lisa), Lisa's birthday, at Uncle Ted and Aunt Janice's. I've been at their place every Christmas eve for as long as I can remember except I think once I was at my dad's. I always have a great time and there are always excellent munchies that I look forward to every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kTpll7M4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zo7f7dd_TqY/s1600-h/Canada+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kTpll7M4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zo7f7dd_TqY/s200/Canada+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177190851825841026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our "chili" Christmas morning. Gramma is showing off her chili pepper earings.  Next year's theme is  to be 'brown paper packages' and I think we decided that all presents have to be used or hand-crafted or a combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kU2Vl7M5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gNW_eIXUErs/s1600-h/Canada+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kU2Vl7M5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gNW_eIXUErs/s200/Canada+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177192170380800914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got back from London after Christmas I went up to Rob's place in Hockley Valley. One morning there were 6 hungry wild turkeys in front of the house eating what they could find of the fallen birdseed in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kWKll7M6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RbiHqj1Xxjw/s1600-h/Canada+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kWKll7M6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RbiHqj1Xxjw/s200/Canada+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177193617784779682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Rob and Megan up at Hockley and below is a picture of Rob in the middle of a tree farm. No, we weren't trespassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kWiFl7M8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8HEWVMTqrD4/s1600-h/Canada+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kWiFl7M8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8HEWVMTqrD4/s200/Canada+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177194021511705538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a hike/trek through the forest to find a good place to toboggan. I hadn't been tobogganing in years and I really wanted to go. We eventually made it to an abandoned ski hill and had a few good runs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kWgVl7M7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/z5RhKnV7C8s/s1600-h/Canada+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kWgVl7M7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/z5RhKnV7C8s/s200/Canada+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177193991446934450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had have taken more pictures while I was home. I don't have any of my Dad, sisters, family, Deana or Dijah. Also, I need to get into picture mode while I'm here in France too because I'm definitely not taking enough and I will regret the lack of photo memories when I'm older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-5242921533745792892?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5242921533745792892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=5242921533745792892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/5242921533745792892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/5242921533745792892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R9kSoll7M3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/L2QdT78IgFE/s72-c/Canada+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-8155558839703837294</id><published>2007-12-13T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:49:47.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white Christmas</title><content type='html'>So I'm on my way home Saturday! I have my last exam (French Grammar) tomorrow and then I'm taking the train to Paris and staying over night since my flight is Saturday morning. I can't believe I've made it through the first semester. I'm so glad I'm coming home for the holidays, it just wouldn't have be the same had I have stayed. I've tried listening to Christmas music but I'm just not in the mood, it doesn't feel like the holidays at all here. I need snow, my family, and a Christmas tree to get me into the holiday spirit. Going home is the best Christmas present ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-8155558839703837294?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8155558839703837294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=8155558839703837294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/8155558839703837294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/8155558839703837294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white Christmas'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-2356222767063397391</id><published>2007-11-29T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:46:28.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm...Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R07ejazIrcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/K-WtLH164Sc/s1600-h/SharkCloseMK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R07ejazIrcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/K-WtLH164Sc/s200/SharkCloseMK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138288924946902466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right. Last week they served shark at the university cafeteria. Where do they come up with these meals? I just thought it was some kind of regular white fish, but once I finished eating it a friend mentioned that it was shark...I'm not sure if I would have eaten it or not had I have known before hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-2356222767063397391?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2356222767063397391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=2356222767063397391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2356222767063397391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2356222767063397391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/11/mmmmshark.html' title='mmmm...Shark'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R07ejazIrcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/K-WtLH164Sc/s72-c/SharkCloseMK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-1330574837821766773</id><published>2007-11-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:58:54.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwBazIrXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/K7dYDkvneUI/s1600-h/IMG_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwBazIrXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/K7dYDkvneUI/s200/IMG_1733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137534075854695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwCKzIrYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jaNrx1NUlKM/s1600-h/IMG_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwCKzIrYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jaNrx1NUlKM/s200/IMG_1735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137534088739597698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwCqzIrZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WewblRVhthI/s1600-h/IMG_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwCqzIrZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WewblRVhthI/s200/IMG_1737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137534097329532306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwC6zIraI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AWA0AIKwAl0/s1600-h/IMG_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwC6zIraI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AWA0AIKwAl0/s200/IMG_1738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137534101624499618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwE6zIrbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zJel0w1uUR4/s1600-h/IMG_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwE6zIrbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zJel0w1uUR4/s200/IMG_1740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137534135984238002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the soirée was the Journée de Huit. Every rowing club in France rows in an eight on the same day to get rowing noticed. Here are some of the girls who were in my boat.  It was freezing cold that day and it started to rain right before we went out on the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-1330574837821766773?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1330574837821766773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=1330574837821766773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/1330574837821766773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/1330574837821766773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-after-soire-was-journe-de-huit.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wwBazIrXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/K7dYDkvneUI/s72-c/IMG_1733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-6699273892611869334</id><published>2007-11-27T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:52:20.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wvF6zIrWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zw3fFmLVHYg/s1600-h/IMG_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wvF6zIrWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zw3fFmLVHYg/s200/IMG_1732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137533053652479330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago there was a rowing soirée and I had a conversation with some people about stereotypes of French people and Canadians.  This guy was my description of a stereotypical French guy:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-6699273892611869334?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6699273892611869334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=6699273892611869334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6699273892611869334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6699273892611869334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/11/couple-of-weeks-ago-there-was-rowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/R0wvF6zIrWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zw3fFmLVHYg/s72-c/IMG_1732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-6677439320500567811</id><published>2007-11-06T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T05:14:53.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnnQ3twEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jQJoEnBpE_U/s1600-h/IMG_1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnnQ3twEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jQJoEnBpE_U/s200/IMG_1663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129713899816206402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnnw3twFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EaFxIn8bLJo/s1600-h/IMG_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnnw3twFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EaFxIn8bLJo/s200/IMG_1690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129713908406141010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnoQ3twGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hc10ax4ynjk/s1600-h/IMG_1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnoQ3twGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hc10ax4ynjk/s200/IMG_1699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129713916996075618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnog3twHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fZn0pfRJpmU/s1600-h/IMG_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnog3twHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fZn0pfRJpmU/s200/IMG_1709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129713921291042930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnpA3twII/AAAAAAAAAF8/_p7RzxU6o4k/s1600-h/IMG_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnpA3twII/AAAAAAAAAF8/_p7RzxU6o4k/s200/IMG_1710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129713929880977538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-6677439320500567811?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6677439320500567811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=6677439320500567811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6677439320500567811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6677439320500567811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBnnQ3twEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jQJoEnBpE_U/s72-c/IMG_1663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-4973400922360522940</id><published>2007-11-06T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:57:29.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkcw3tv_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cBCl_yUEQCA/s1600-h/IMG_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkcw3tv_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cBCl_yUEQCA/s200/IMG_1646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129710420892696562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkdg3twAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jU-eElLdZPE/s1600-h/IMG_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkdg3twAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jU-eElLdZPE/s200/IMG_1651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129710433777598466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkdw3twBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fGyWF7A4pf0/s1600-h/IMG_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkdw3twBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fGyWF7A4pf0/s200/IMG_1668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129710438072565778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkfA3twCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ErGbMt0QmhI/s1600-h/IMG_1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkfA3twCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ErGbMt0QmhI/s200/IMG_1666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129710459547402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkfQ3twDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oh1ndCqWTFI/s1600-h/IMG_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkfQ3twDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oh1ndCqWTFI/s200/IMG_1687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129710463842369586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have time right now to write about my trip but here are some pictures from my few days in Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-4973400922360522940?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4973400922360522940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=4973400922360522940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/4973400922360522940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/4973400922360522940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-really-have-time-right-now-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RzBkcw3tv_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cBCl_yUEQCA/s72-c/IMG_1646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-7706149254829666440</id><published>2007-11-06T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:53:47.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the most part, when I come across differences between &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nantes&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I have three main reactions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Why      doesn’t &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;      have this? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;That’s      different…but I guess I can understand. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Is      that really necessary? / How is that legal? / Stupid &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.      &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a list of differences I have come up with since I’ve been here. I didn’t include all of them but they’re ones that I found interesting or most significant:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Nutella craze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;No front yards, however I think there are many hidden gardens behind closed doors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Coucou and bises. I haven’t quite figured out the meaning of coucou or the translation into English and when/how you should use it. Also, I’m still not 100% accostumed to giving les bises.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There are no such things as measuring cups here. Either you weigh everything, or there is this weird multi-usage measuring glass that I can’t figure out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The only things open on Sunday are a few cafés and some boulangers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Girls do not dress up to go out at night to bars/clubs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Going on strike is normal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There are these scary tram people in suits that come out of no where to check for your metro pass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Windows do not have screens on them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There is always a line at the post office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Pink, blue, &amp;amp; yellow toilette paper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Very hard to find oatmeal, peanut butter. Impossible to find graham crackers, oreos, and Reese’s peanut butter cups, tahini, cranberries. I’ve asked some people about tofu, they say it exists but I have yet to find any.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR-CA" style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;Can’t recycle cans (ex. tuna can). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Cars can park front to front, back to back, on the sidewalk, and it’s completely normal to nudge yourself into the parking spot. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Regular bus lines stop running after 21h00.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Last Saturday downtown, I thought it looked like there was another manifestation, but wait, no; it was just the swarms of people shopping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’ve made cookies a couple of times and everyone thinks it’s weird that I would make them instead of buy them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You can get a doctor’s appointment after &lt;st1:time hour="17" minute="0"&gt;5p.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The internet is ALWAYS down in the residence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are people here fixing it everyday. May I suggest Wifi?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Pains au chocolats, Canadians are definitely missing out on this one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Cheques are still accepted everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Nobody wears bicycle helmets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;All children are dressed really really well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Anything you have to apply for you need a passport size photo to accompany it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;What is the point of €0.02?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There is a line-up at Mcdonalds 24/7 and the only thing to eat after &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; is a Kebab. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Everyone owns a pair of converse. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Everyone owns a scarf. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Not the best place to be a vegetarian. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Rabbit is common in the university caf. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Never heard of smores. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Metro is cheap @&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;€199/year for a student.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The normal time to eat dinner is about 20h00&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The French are super laid back (at least in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nantes&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;) so things seem to take twice as long to get done. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Milk is bought at room temperature in jugs and you don’t have to start drinking it right away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Everything is in individual quantities so it’s more fresh I guess, but more expensive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Buddy lifeguarding is encouraged. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-indent: -14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;People sing along to English songs but don’t know what they’re saying and wear shirts with English written on the front and don’t know what it means. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-7706149254829666440?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/7706149254829666440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=7706149254829666440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/7706149254829666440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/7706149254829666440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-most-part-when-i-come-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-2768938757440454545</id><published>2007-10-16T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T03:03:56.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I really be a Lifeguard?</title><content type='html'>I had a scary experience on the Nantes version of a subway/streetcar yesterday and I was on my way to Ikea and Decathlon (like sporting life). It was morning rushour so the tram was really busy.  I was standing and all of a sudden this girl sitting down near me (in her 20's) either fainted or had a seizure...I'm not quite sure.  Her head fell back and she made some weird gurgling noises and everyone sitting beside her got up and made room for her to lie down.  The woman beside her reacted really quickly and helped her lie down.  If my french was better I would have tried to help a little but all I did was watch.  So she regained consciousness pretty quickly and the woman asked her if she had eaten breakfast; she said no, so she gave her this sugar cube or something like that. I didn't quite understand what was said between them after that so I'm not really sure if the girl new what happened to her.  The girl sat up but said she was really hot so she took her jacket off and laid back down.  Someone asked her when she was getting off and it was in the next fews stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as soon as she was fine, sitting back up, and everyone on the tram was back to doing their own thing I started feeling really dizzy.  I have a history of fainting but this hasn't really happened to me for a while.  All of a sudden I got really lightheaded and I knew that I was going to faint.  I wasn't exactly sure about what I should do.  It was really crowded and I was still standing up so I asked someone if I could take their place to sit down.  I started getting really hot as well and I stripped off my jacket and sweater.  I was sweating like crazy and I'm sure I was pale as a ghost.  I sat with my eyes closed trying really hard not to faint.  This woman asked me if I wanted her to call 15, which is the number for an ambulance here.  I said no and that I would be fine.  I wasn't sure if I should get off the tram or not but I just sat there until I felt better.  Eventually I felt normal again and I was almost at the end of the line where my destination was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-2768938757440454545?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2768938757440454545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=2768938757440454545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2768938757440454545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2768938757440454545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-i-really-be-lifeguard.html' title='Should I really be a Lifeguard?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-9154906496261465880</id><published>2007-10-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:53:07.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJPmO-7zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5jyPZhTfCBY/s1600-h/lauren+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121869577281531698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJPmO-7zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5jyPZhTfCBY/s200/lauren+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJQWO-70I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jCHfRNS9SjM/s1600-h/lauren+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121869590166433602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJQWO-70I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jCHfRNS9SjM/s200/lauren+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJQ2O-71I/AAAAAAAAAEk/XwgtDc10J94/s1600-h/lauren+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121869598756368210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJQ2O-71I/AAAAAAAAAEk/XwgtDc10J94/s200/lauren+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJRWO-72I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTgkd5dDBD8/s1600-h/lauren+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121869607346302818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJRWO-72I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rTgkd5dDBD8/s200/lauren+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday there was a trip with the other Canadiens to Guérande. Guérande is known for its sea salt but also for its fortification which is still intact around the village from the middle ages. Afterwards we went to La Côte Sauvage. We were only able to stay for 15, which sucked because it was so beautiful...it reminded me of Nova Scotia, except warmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-9154906496261465880?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/9154906496261465880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=9154906496261465880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/9154906496261465880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/9154906496261465880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-there-was-trip-with-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RxSJPmO-7zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5jyPZhTfCBY/s72-c/lauren+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-2565724678695602921</id><published>2007-10-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:35:37.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RwC_MGO-7xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Lc7E4gLvIFs/s1600-h/Photo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RwC_MGO-7xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Lc7E4gLvIFs/s200/Photo+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116299391245676306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RwC_MmO-7yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V2shtLy7BA4/s1600-h/Photo+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RwC_MmO-7yI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V2shtLy7BA4/s200/Photo+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116299399835610914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my first trip site-seeing.  I went with Joanna to see the Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul and the  Château des Ducs de Bretagne which are both in downtown Nantes.  The castle is also a museum so we went to the Anne de Bretagne exhibit.  Anne de Bretagne was born in Nantes an lived in the castle.  She married Charles VIII King of France, and became Queen of France. He died after hitting his head on a door frame coming inside from a tennis match so then she married Louis XII who was to be the new king since Charles died...Anne became ill in the winter 1514-1515 and passed away.  Anne was very intelligent and fought very hard for the independence of Brittany. At the time she was the richest woman in Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-2565724678695602921?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2565724678695602921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=2565724678695602921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2565724678695602921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2565724678695602921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-was-my-first-trip-site-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RwC_MGO-7xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Lc7E4gLvIFs/s72-c/Photo+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-8212386087993063332</id><published>2007-09-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:58:14.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlI7mO-7tI/AAAAAAAAADk/QBMFYYg4gKs/s1600-h/IMG_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlI7mO-7tI/AAAAAAAAADk/QBMFYYg4gKs/s200/IMG_1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114199040568782546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlI8GO-7uI/AAAAAAAAADs/dzGgUA0qSZA/s1600-h/IMG_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlI8GO-7uI/AAAAAAAAADs/dzGgUA0qSZA/s200/IMG_1541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114199049158717154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nantes has been hosting some of the World Cup Rugby games. The other night Argentina and Namibia were playing and they had a big jumbo-tron for everyone to watch downtown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-8212386087993063332?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8212386087993063332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=8212386087993063332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/8212386087993063332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/8212386087993063332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/nantes-has-been-hosting-some-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlI7mO-7tI/AAAAAAAAADk/QBMFYYg4gKs/s72-c/IMG_1538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-5846177940418068151</id><published>2007-09-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:28:56.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE8mO-7pI/AAAAAAAAADE/YvMLHSmHVhU/s1600-h/IMG_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE8mO-7pI/AAAAAAAAADE/YvMLHSmHVhU/s200/IMG_1529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114194659702140562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE9WO-7qI/AAAAAAAAADM/fRlcsf4M5FQ/s1600-h/IMG_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE9WO-7qI/AAAAAAAAADM/fRlcsf4M5FQ/s200/IMG_1530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114194672587042466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE-GO-7rI/AAAAAAAAADU/EKQh_A1AjVk/s1600-h/IMG_1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE-GO-7rI/AAAAAAAAADU/EKQh_A1AjVk/s200/IMG_1531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114194685471944370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE-2O-7sI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZKccAE-gwQI/s1600-h/IMG_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE-2O-7sI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZKccAE-gwQI/s200/IMG_1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114194698356846274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an ocean rowing regatta last weekend. I went to go watch and had a chance to meet some of the other students on the team. The girls' race was 6km and the guys' was 13km...I'm glad I didn't have to race that.  It was nice to spend the whole day speaking French.  I'm in residence with 8 other Canadiens so when I hang out with them we just end up speaking English with eachother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-5846177940418068151?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5846177940418068151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=5846177940418068151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/5846177940418068151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/5846177940418068151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-was-ocean-rowing-regatta-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvlE8mO-7pI/AAAAAAAAADE/YvMLHSmHVhU/s72-c/IMG_1529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-6021237140186759720</id><published>2007-09-24T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:44:39.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvgFUWO-7kI/AAAAAAAAACc/9ZpMOfr8oT4/s1600-h/Sans+titre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113843224003145282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvgFUWO-7kI/AAAAAAAAACc/9ZpMOfr8oT4/s200/Sans+titre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're bored  you can try finding out what kind of bird this is. I saw it outside my window yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-6021237140186759720?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6021237140186759720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=6021237140186759720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6021237140186759720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6021237140186759720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-youre-bored-you-can-try-finding-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvgFUWO-7kI/AAAAAAAAACc/9ZpMOfr8oT4/s72-c/Sans+titre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-8488586996034252129</id><published>2007-09-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:41:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvgEAWO-7jI/AAAAAAAAACU/liv4x02YG18/s1600-h/lauren+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113841780894133810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvgEAWO-7jI/AAAAAAAAACU/liv4x02YG18/s200/lauren+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jardin des Plantes covers 7 hectares and contains varieties of plantes from all over the world. It's quite lovely and would be great for picnics however "their grass is reserved for the little birds".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-8488586996034252129?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8488586996034252129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=8488586996034252129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/8488586996034252129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/8488586996034252129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/jardin-des-plantes-covers-7-hectares.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RvgEAWO-7jI/AAAAAAAAACU/liv4x02YG18/s72-c/lauren+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-5909419720419912786</id><published>2007-09-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:21:08.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Baule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1J0FcHsKI/AAAAAAAAACE/FP4HS5br4aE/s1600-h/IMG_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1J0FcHsKI/AAAAAAAAACE/FP4HS5br4aE/s200/IMG_1521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110822311297527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1J0VcHsLI/AAAAAAAAACM/xaP2x52IiR4/s1600-h/IMG_1527_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1J0VcHsLI/AAAAAAAAACM/xaP2x52IiR4/s200/IMG_1527_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110822315592495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1IClcHsGI/AAAAAAAAABk/SKPEw7tRwPw/s1600-h/IMG_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1IClcHsGI/AAAAAAAAABk/SKPEw7tRwPw/s200/IMG_1513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110820361382375522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1IC1cHsHI/AAAAAAAAABs/lXfqTfr8WdI/s1600-h/IMG_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1IC1cHsHI/AAAAAAAAABs/lXfqTfr8WdI/s200/IMG_1518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110820365677342834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1IDVcHsJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sMgsVOWx0Zw/s1600-h/IMG_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1IDVcHsJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sMgsVOWx0Zw/s200/IMG_1522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110820374267277458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a trip to la Baule Escoublac yesterday.  It's a  nice sandy beach on the coast about an hour by train. I was asleep on the beach for about an hour and when I woke up I had a nice hand print burn on my stomach. A lovely souvenir.  I guess I should have worn sunscreen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-5909419720419912786?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5909419720419912786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=5909419720419912786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/5909419720419912786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/5909419720419912786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-baule.html' title='La Baule'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1J0FcHsKI/AAAAAAAAACE/FP4HS5br4aE/s72-c/IMG_1521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-6773400201393029745</id><published>2007-09-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:04:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1FvFcHsFI/AAAAAAAAABc/YM6y-w3oEzg/s1600-h/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1FvFcHsFI/AAAAAAAAABc/YM6y-w3oEzg/s200/IMG_1514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110817827351670866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this picture was up around the train, does it mean to turn your cell phone off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-6773400201393029745?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6773400201393029745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=6773400201393029745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6773400201393029745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/6773400201393029745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-this-picture-was-up-around-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Ru1FvFcHsFI/AAAAAAAAABc/YM6y-w3oEzg/s72-c/IMG_1514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-2692868761012346102</id><published>2007-09-14T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T05:15:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Rup4elcHsBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Sewd_7DhdtU/s1600-h/Photo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Rup4elcHsBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Sewd_7DhdtU/s200/Photo+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110029194046713874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some odd reason Gael had complete confidence in me that I could row.  He didn't even go out with me for my first row.  It was really weird.  He just told me which boat I could use and showed me the map and boating directions then sent me off.  There was barely anyone else out on the water so I rowed 15km aller-retour by myself. I could have been the worst rower ever, crashed or flipped yet trusted me with this boat. I don't know why because I'm this random foreign person who he's never even met.  It was a bit lonely though...It would be nice to start rowing with other people. The scenery along the Edre is so beautiful. You row past the country side with castles and farms. It's so green and pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-2692868761012346102?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2692868761012346102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=2692868761012346102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2692868761012346102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2692868761012346102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-some-odd-reason-gael-had-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/Rup4elcHsBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Sewd_7DhdtU/s72-c/Photo+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-4252216138954375276</id><published>2007-09-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T05:37:19.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Université de Nantes Aviron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RufdbFcHr9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/eC8aihbhflU/s1600-h/Photo+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RufdbFcHr9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/eC8aihbhflU/s200/Photo+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109295759661445074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went on a long walk with two other students on the exchange, Sebastian Joanna, down to the rowing club. The river they row on is called the Edre and you can keep going for like 30km.  The club is pretty big, they have way more boats than Hanlan and they're super organized.  Each boat has it's personal label on the rack and matching labelled oars at the back of the boat house. I was impressed.  The head coach Gael showed me around and said that I could come by tomorrow and start rowing.  Everyone seems really nice there and I can't wait to get on the water tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-4252216138954375276?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4252216138954375276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=4252216138954375276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/4252216138954375276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/4252216138954375276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/universit-de-nantes-aviron.html' title='Université de Nantes Aviron'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RufdbFcHr9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/eC8aihbhflU/s72-c/Photo+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138023774304185359.post-2026695836932102804</id><published>2007-09-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T05:06:01.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Nantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RufWDlcHr7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YCeJ0gdl4Fg/s1600-h/Photo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RufWDlcHr7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YCeJ0gdl4Fg/s200/Photo+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109287659353124786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the first things I noticed while being driven to my residence was that there is a lot of cement in Nantes. As in, there are no front lawns, gardens, bushes or anything rmotely green. Yes, there is the occasional tree but it's just sticking out from the cement zith no grass surrounding them.  However, about a &amp;amp;à min zalk away is this "Jardin des Plantes", a big garden thing with a pond and walkways.  It could be nice for the occasional jog.  I think I'll need some sort of plant for my room.  I'm really gettting my 134€ worth of residence, I don't think it could get any worse.  First of all I'm on the main floor, so my window faces a parking lot and my curtains are see through. So I can either have a nice sunny room but let everyone see inside or close these metal shutters and feel like I'm living in a dungeon.  So far I've let the sun shine in but I'm going to eventually get some more useful curtains.  Also, I'm going to starve here. Or I'll just eat horribly. The fridge is divided up into square foot cubicles that you have to share with two other people.  Mine has already filled up. So I have no place to keep anything cold or frozen and all there is to use in the kitchen is a hot plate and a microwave. Awesome.  There were a fez things I was happy to see though. 1.  At this walt-mart-ish store called Carrefour they don't have plastic bags and you have to buy these 0.60€ reusable recycled plastic bags and 2. The hallways of the residence are always dark. You turn the light on in the section you need and they are on timers so in 1 minute they'll turn off automatically.  Other than that I have to yet to be impressed, however I was pretty tired and out of it all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138023774304185359-2026695836932102804?l=peutetreplustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2026695836932102804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138023774304185359&amp;postID=2026695836932102804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2026695836932102804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138023774304185359/posts/default/2026695836932102804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peutetreplustard.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-nantes.html' title='Welcome to Nantes'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815351299292081753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKku2LItwNc/RufWDlcHr7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YCeJ0gdl4Fg/s72-c/Photo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
