Bonjour, je m'appelle Daisy et je suis en France.

Ciao or should I say bonjour,

Firstly lets talk about my geographical location. At this very moment I am in France, Toulouse to be specific and this is where I will be until 4pm today. I am sitting in a café in Toulouse airport waiting for my best friend Hayley to arrive from Madrid, she's not arriving until 2.30ish and so until then I have to entertain  myself in the airport so what better thing to do then write a blog to document this! I did plan to watch films but since my laptop has the battery life of a fly and I can't find a plug socket, let alone my plug adaptors which are buried deep in my enormous suitcase,  I am going to have to do something else. BUT how exciting I am now officially in France and I will be spending the next 10 weeks in Gascony working with my best friend. Life is good. 

There have been a few minor hiccups in the lead up to this journey; about a week before I was due to leave I got the biggest blisters on the soles of my feet. Yes both of them. I'm talking the size of a 50p and sticking about a centimetre off my foot. Yep they really were that big. So needless to say that left me unable to walk normally for a fair few days. Just as I got over that hurdle another popped up in the shape of a sore throat. I tried so hard to pretend it wasn't happening but there's only so much pain you can ignore. A nurse told me it was a viral throat infection which would probably last 5 days. Not too bad. BUT she was wrong and some lovely white blisters appeared on my throat last night. Yes, mere hours before my flight my body decided to give in to the tonsillitis bug roaming around my body. Boo for my immune system. However, I am still here, blistered feet, yucky tonsils and blocked ears and all. 

I am going to love and leave you until next time when I will hopefully have some nice snaps of where I'm living :) 

Au revoir mes amis. 

P.S. I am having a coke with you ;) 

PRA = Period of Residence Abroad OR Petrified of Relocating Abroad??

Ciao,

Well this feels like a foreign concept; actually sitting down to write a blog post. Pretty fitting considering this post is going to be about all things foreign. Since my last post, oh so many months ago, I have completed my second year of uni, moved back home with my parentals and have been making the most of my last month in England . So on to the topic of this blog post. 

In 23 days time I will be sitting in Toulouse airport waiting for my best friend to arrive from Madrid so we can spend 10 weeks in Auch working at a little holiday place called Pèyloubere. As much as I am excited to see my best friend for the first time in 2 months, I am scared stiff. I don't think anybody is ever ready to pick up and move to another country, I'm petrified that I will forget everything I know and be so homesick that I will be on a plane home every single weekend. After 10 weeks in Auch I will be going to Lyon to start university and will be there until January. Then home for 3 weeks to a month and then in February I'll be of to the south of Italy to go to university.

This sounds so exciting to everyone else I speak to but in actual fact it is as far away from what I wanted and what I planned for my year abroad. I wanted to work the entire year so I didn't have to take out any student loans but with the job market being crap all over Europe and Erasmus having such strict rules this has not worked out. So now it's looking like uni the whole year for me, which I really didn't want to do but hey maybe it's fate!

Ciao for now...