Shireen in France

Well after a very long trip to Toronto, I met another Canadian from Edmonton, and together we flew to Francfurt. We stayed in Francfurt for 6 hours, then caught a plane to Nice. Getting out fo teh airport was a bit of a shock. The weather was sunny and beatiful and the streets were all bordered with palm trees. An almost-only french speaking man picked up us and took us to our host family`s houses.

He brought me to a older apartment, rang the bell, put me inside the buimlding, and sped off with my new found friend, Kendra, the Albertian. There was a small wooden elivator, that said it held 3 people, but really could barely fit me and my new suitcases. With some pulling and squishing, the doors closed and i went up 2 stories (however, the 2nd story in france is the 1st in canada)
I met my host mother, Claire, and the two girls that were staying there aswell, Sasha from Australia, and Torri who was from Vermont. We walked around the town and Claire showed us our language school for the next week. The streets were really small to go along with the cars, and all the buildings were very old, very beautiful. Claire also took us to the outdoor market which was as french as you could get. With fresh fruits and vegetables, and flowers and seafood, and it was absolutely swarming with people. It was kind of funny, because what you see in the movies with the fresh baguettes, little bakeries, and old houses, was all acutally true. I think all of us were more surprised at how some steriotypes were true, than surprised with a culture shock.