As classes at uni take place only once a week (for 2, sometimes agonizingly long, hours) our profs will hold make-up classes if they ever need to cancel. Our french prof's 'cours de rattrapage' was to take us to the theatre this past Tuesday! It was an extremely amusing piece centered around one story, of a man in a bus, told in MANY different ways from news broadcasts to country western songs to soap operas. Plenty of laughs.
Then this evening, the stade de France where the citizens of France gather together to enjoy football matches (I must say football, because a Chile friend of mine said that to say soccer would be horribly uncultured of me). It was freezing but fabulous nonetheless. Although it took a little adjusting, for example, we did not quite understand some of the cheers at first, luckily a little boy around 5 was sitting behind us, and he pronounced his words a little more fully, so at the start of each chant, we'd all lean back slightly to listen to what he said before joining. Another difficulty was the showing of discontentment. They do not boo, but whistle here, which I am completely incapable of doing, so I had to content myself with angry fist waving at bad ref calls. Unfortunately, I may be catching a cold (I know, again!) but joining in the 'allez les bleus' chants will be well worth a few days of bed rest : )
bisous! xxoo
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