The First Day at School

Lets try this again. the lqst time I lost an hours blogging because of the french keyboard format, so a nice cup of tea tto caln the nerves and back to the single finger typing. Ho Hum
The journey from Geneve to Bordeaux was quite pleasant Burts packs a nice snack which included the vegmite rolls and a few of the general necceties of france - sausage and cheese. Both are excellent souces of indigestion but tasty all the same. Madame Capitanio was here at the station with the german woman Gabbie who was to share the house over the next week. The German didnt speak english, Madam doesnt speak english, the school doesnt speak english and Im yet to find the Irish or english pub that always zxists in erope. The house is exquisite as there is a large backyard with swmming pool and a wonderful garden. The Roomsare spaious and the ensuite is delightful; the Turkish theme assists me feel the romance of a new adventure. Quite a difference to the roar of the manhatten Mtro and the bus of the QM2 engines so Im pretty happy at the choice. A little issue zith finding one another at the station but nothing a good broadcast in French cant fix. the French just getting over the hangover from the defeat by argentia doesnt help in the Melee of the station; A walk around the UNESCO certified centre of the city gives me qa small pictuire of the days ahead. nice spot. The house is about 30 niute on the bus from city centre so each day its a travel and check the timetable to return home.
The school s in the centre of the city quite close to the main terminus so easy to navigate. My class is very advanced so I have dropped myself back for day two. elemenary for me. The speed of the class is auite terrifying. All classezs are in Frenc, all othr languages are banned- at least zithin ear shot of the techers. The japanese , koreans; thai anfd other asian students that dont have the Roman alphabet sounds ,ust find it really daunting. The afternoon session is equally difficult. I will qttept to chnge to a lesser course here as well.
dinner at è and Gabbie has had an equally daunting day and gives me some encouragement. I tqake an asparin and consider the next flight home- I have to go back to 1978 and malaysia for the strenght to move forward here. The dinner is lovely and we chase a rabbit around the garden for about an hour -- a good tension breaker. no wine to drown the sorrows so a good water and a sleep will help. The bed is fantastic and the room very pleasent. Mitzi is german for rabbit so I later find out, and the real name for the additional dinner guest(not dinner) is Kookie. The chicken, carrots and roullade with cheese and bread are a delight, however the conversation is a little problematic. The gqardens the day the walk through bordeaux; the architecture; the new flat for madame and the whole event are like a blur. hopefully Ill sleep.