Day 6 C'est vendredi!

Friday’s are always special. This day, our “beginner” class said goodbye to the three women from “la Russe”, i.e. Russia, and its nearby states.  They were at Azurlingua only a week, but I think it was part of their vacation. They were always dressed to the nines. They were with another woman who knew more French, so I think they were fulfilling her desire to learn the language better.

Please note: My professor Miguel said that next week all our classes will be held in the afternoon. This just means that I will be online a little later in the day - more like 10:30 AM Iowa time - after classes here.

After school today, and after checking email and Skype, I took a walking tour of the nearby city in search of real restaurants and the church where Michele thought there was a Mass in English on Sundays. I found the church – it is Anglican – but there is no English language Mass. Ah, well.

On my walk home, I stopped at a bakery to buy a croissant sandwich with cheese and ham. This would be the basis for my supper. Once home, I found that Michele was still out, so I decided to go back to the little grocery store just a short walk away to get some things to eat and drink for lunches and suppers.

I found that anything there with meat is very expensive, so I did not buy any. The fruits and vegetables I will get this weekend at a little produce stand – there are many of them in the area. The one across the street from here might be OK, but one will have to look through the produce carefully – from what I’ve seen, much of it should be made into sauce or soup.  For today, I tried to find crackers, but there is nothing like that here. The “biscuits” are like dried toast. So instead I purchased a loaf of sliced wheat bread and cheese for sandwiches for lunches, a box of rice for suppers and a liter of Coke – just for variety from water ad without drinking all the milk that Michele has purchased for me.

Michele was home when I got back this time. She was in the process of reconstituting the dried tomatoes that she bought in Italy yesterday by boiling them, then putting them in a jar with oil. Then she made an Arabic salad with couscous, onion, mint, olive oil and fresh tomatoes. It was delicious! It went well with my ham and cheese croissant.

Online I looked for a church to attend on Sunday morning. From what I can tell, there is a Jesuit pastor at L’Eglise (church) de Notre-Dame de l’Assomption. The website said the pastor was known for his preaching. It seems like a good place to start. Hopefully the music will be good, too.

There was no indication in anything I read online that there is a Mass in English anywhere in Nice. At school, my friend M-D (from New York) said she is attending an English Mass at an Anglican church near the beach. This will be a good alternative if the French proves too daunting.

That’s all for today, friends. Have a good night.

Day 1: The journey to Nice

HI all, Well, I made it with just a little excitement and no luggage.
In Chicago: Eileen and I left Dubuque at 7:05 AM making good time into O'Hare, so I was there with 3 hours to spare at the International Terminal. No one was around for a very long time, and I was not finding my flight on the board. The clock is ticking and I am starting to get anxious. As it turned out, when the desk was staffed, I was to be in the Domestic Terminal at United - this was NOT evident from the ticket. Now, with just less than one hour till departure, I moved quickly to the train to take me to Terminal 1. At United's desk,  I was directed to the kiosk to check in with a credit card. After 2 false starts - one to say that the time and flight number of my first flight had changed, the second that I could not use the kiosk because I was going to be away too long, next I received real person help. They did not think that my bag would make it, but they would try by tagging it with "Priority".  Then they said, "Do not stop for anything; go fast, do not stop." So I did not - security was busy but went smoothly. Then I ran. And I made the flight, but my bag did not come along with me. I hope it comes in tomorrow. All I can say is "thank you, God" for being able to get myself here.
In Washington-Dulles: Found the gate info for the Scandanavian Air flight. Dulles is a maze - down the stairs, up the stairs, take a transit vehicle, down the stairs, up the stairs.... Plenty of time to settle in, but no waiting.
To Copenhagen: The flight was not full, so there was room to move around so that rest might be more possible. Dinner was good (rosemary chicken, potatoes, lettuce salad, et al.) then it's time to try to sleep. I think I probably winked through about 4 1/2 hours. Breakfast was a ham sandwich on wheat with yogurt and tea. We arrived at the airport ahead of time, so it's possible to grab a few more winks.
To Nice: On this flight, there are only clouds below until the Alps show their tops, then more clouds. Even Nice was cloudy today, but no rain. Any breakfast items may be purchased. I think a bottle of OJ would be good. At this time I find out that I left my credit card in the kiosk in Chicago. (Aw, good grief!) (Can you believe it?!) Well, there's not much I can do about that now, and I figured that I am grateful not to have discovered this earlier in the trip - I would have been a basket case.
At the airport, I waited for the luggage that would not come and filled out the paperwork to connect with it, likely in a few days. It takes a while to do these things, so I was concerned that the person sent to meet me might give up. But no, I actually made it out the door before he arrived. Malek took me directly to my host family - Madame Michele Bondi.
The Bondi House - Michele lives on the first floor of an apartment building. She has 2 cats - it will take a while for them to get used to the idea that I have taken over their bed for the next three months. If I liked to smoke, I would not have to worry. But this is just another part of the culture. Michele speaks good English, and I think she is willing to help me get pronunciations correct. She has a very small kitchen which fits her life just fine, but we will likely share an occasional meal at the table in the evenings. She will prepare breakfast for me in the mornings, then I'm on my own the rest of the time.
Exploring the neighborhood: Michele drew a map to show me where the school is, 2 French Catholic and 1 American Catholic church, the train station, and a few other local landmarks. So I decided to take a walk around the area. The Russian Orthodox Church is a landmark just 2 blocks away. Czar Nicholas had a home here in Nice - much nicer than cold Russia in the winter. I walked as far as the school, so I know that I can find it, and then wove my way across the city. At one point, I thought I should retrace my steps since I was getting turned around - soon I found my way. Then I found a Boulangerie that had pizza by the slice and sandwiches. (I was able to draw some Euros from the ATM around the corner.)
When I got back to the house, I needed a nap. It was just a short one. Since I don't have my luggage, settling in did not take long.
That's really all the excitement of the last 2 days. I'm very glad to be here. The people are very kind-hearted, and I'm looking forward to knowing them better.