le gastro

That title goes out to my mom because she thought it would be funny. Le gastro, if you don't know, is the horrible thing that y'all in the U.S. call the stomach flu. Well guess who was lucky enough to get the French stomach flu....

So that would explain why I have had nothing to say on my blog for the past several days; before yesterday I had seen nothing but the four walls of my bedroom for like 3 days. Hoo-rah.

But! I have since then mostly recovered and have ventured to the outside world, which I found to be very very cold and, this morning, snowy. I walked outside my house into a blizzardy version of Rennes that I don't think is seen very often. Of course, seeing as it rarely snows here, no one knows what to do about it. No snow plows, no salting people, nothing. So everyone is just sliding around, and the buses may or may not come, depending.

Today I had a block of free time during which I wasn't sure if I wanted to go home, so I did some wandering and ran a few errands. It was really nice to walk around the city by myself and realize that I actually knew where I was going. Also, I went to the yarn store, and no one knew that I was American. At least, if they did, they didn't let on that they did. The thing is, usually when people here realize that you're American, they will start attempting to speak English to you (not something that always goes well). And no one did that today. Nope.