What kind of country is this?!!
OK, so I understand they have one of the best healthcare and education systems in the world. (Kudos to America for catching up with health care reform though - I was very happy to read about that this morning)
And I get that the cheese is fantastic. And the wine. And the bread. And the language is beautiful and the culture is rich. I get that.
And I've made peace with the fact that they don't have timtams or cherry ripes. (almost)
And I'm slowly coming to terms with the French ignorance towards Milo... very slowly.
HOWEVER, where are all the oreos?!
I have been craving oreos like a mad woman (don't worry, unless I'm going to be the new Mary, I'm not pregnant). I don't know why but I have been longing for the dark chocolatey goodness for the last few days and have spent ridiculous amount (1 Euro) on a packet of 6 tiny oreo cookies.
I wanted a big box. I wanted 48 cookies. I wanted to sit and watch crappy sitcoms all day while munching normal-sized oreos, not these French cornflake-sized oreos, totally undoing all my good work and recent weightloss, and drinking milk out of the carton. I would have to spend 10 euros for that. That's $15! to get the equivalent of a regular box of oreos.
Now, I admit that oreos and I have always had a bit of a one-sided relationship. When I start with one, I can't end with only 6. There has to be more, MORE! That puny little pack of oreos left me so unsatisfied.... quite tragic.
In 68 days, I will be in America, though. In 68 days, after I land at JFK, I will buy myself a huge, industrial sized box of oreos and munch away.
Or, even just an American medium-sized box should keep me fed for about a week.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Chère France
[Eugene Delacroix, Liberty Leading the people/La Liberté guidant le peuple, 1830, Oil on Canvas. Source: here]Chère France;
Here are some things I find interesting about you
- The blue street signs in places like Paris or Lyon. They are so French.
- Your pastries are to die for, which makes your lack of Milo or TimTams bearable
- The freedom to explore your museums if one is under 25 and European
- Your frequent condom-dispensing machines. I have never used them, but I find them very amusing
- French gentlemen are the epitome of gentlemen (rivalled only by Americans, I must admit)
- Your artists and writers are pretty amazing (see Delacroix, above.)
- I truly love your accent (even if you don't)
However, there are some things I dislike about you;
- Your railway system's ability to make life oh so complicated, and the reluctance, nay, refusal to exchange tickets. Also, your trains are too small, I cannot fit my luggage in the aisles.
- Your metros are expensive. They are good. But they are expensive
- You sell too many cigarettes
- Your language is very difficult. Even after 8 years of A's and Distinctions, and many dollars spent at the Alliance Francaise, I am having lots of problems to communicate.
- Your bureaucracy is a little on the frustrating side
Cordialement,
Mademoiselle A.F.
Labels:
Bureaucracy,
Cigarettes,
Condoms,
France,
Language,
Museums,
Pastries,
TimTams,
Trains
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