I'm so excited to be here in Strasbourg. I like it: the architecture, the layout of the city, the bridges and rivers and flowers, the food, the facilities, and the language. And NO ONE is going to tell me that this excitement will end, that things will settle down, that I'll miss home, or that the language and the people and especially the administration will wear me down. I'm sure I'll right that entry in a couple weeks, but for now, I just want to enjoy what I'm feeling and thinking and smelling and tasting and seeing.
A few things to notice about Strasbourg:
- the architecture is, well, just like the pictures
- there are still leaves on the ground from last fall
- women DO shave their legs
- contrary to professorial opinion, you CANNOT see the cathedral from everywhere in the city
- there are wonderfully cute and cuddly gargoyles on the cathedral
- watch out for the tram: it's very sleek and efficient and...quiet
- some people have dogs, but I have not seen one poodle
- this city of 500,000 feels a bit empty, because the 40,000 University students don't arrive for another few weeks
- the stork is sort of the 'city bird'; I have yet to see one
We're a large and gregarious group of 24 here at BCA Strasbourg this semester. Most students are from Pennsylvania, a sprinkling from Indiana, one from Virginia and one from California. They're all interesting folks, as far as I can tell, but I actually feel more comfortable on my own, because then I'm not in a conspicuous group of loud and gawking Americans. Not that they're all (or always) like that, not at all. I guess I just want to acclimate as soon as possible, to be able to call Strasbourg 'my city,' and to know my way around. I'm doing my best to look French: you know--scarf, dark-colored clothing, air of superiority. ;)
I can't wait to meet my host family Saturday (mom and 10-year-old daughter, plus cat). Then I'll be able to settle in. Now it feels a lot like being in a tour group, though we do have our evenings to ourselves, and I don't feel compelled to take-pictures-every-ten-seconds-because-I'm-never-going-to-see-this-place-ever-again.
So, the rest of this week brings: learning about the French university system, banking in France, biking around the city and over the border to Germany, moving into my homestay, buying a bus pass and figuring out the schedule, buying groceries, and living.
And it all feels...doable.
ps. You know you're on a different kind of school trip when wine is included with lunch and soda is extra.