*Disclaimer: No romantic dates were had in the making of this blog. Don’t get excited*
My first week in Éguilles has been miles different from my first week in Angers. When I was a student I was busy all day long. The day after my arrival, I was up and at school at nine am for orientation. This time around I haven’t had a schedule to attend with and have been largely free to do as I please.
This was most obvious my first day when I went to bed at eleven and woke up at noon. Jetlag is fickle and strikes at weird times, but it sure showed me that you need to structure yourself a little better than I did. For the next few days I set alarms to try and get myself into a normal sleeping schedule. So far, it’s worked but I know that jetlag can rear its ugly head for weeks after a time change, so fingers crossed I don’t see it again for a while.
My first few days were spent solely in Éguilles. I did some grocery shopping, explored a bit and got rejected by most of the banks in town. Éguilles is small and really doesn’t have much to do in it. I still like it though. It’s sweet in its size and is very picturesque.
Just a short bus ride away, however, I have Aix-en-Provence. Sadly, the buses only run about every forty minutes and the last bus leaves Aix at 8:40. Happily, the bus stop is right outside my front gate. It is literally impossible for me to get lost on my way to the bus stop. Last Saturday I made my first trip into Aix and wandered around.
I really do mean wondered too, I aimlessly walked from street to street just trying to get an idea of the area and what Aix is like. My bus from Éguilles comes into the Gare Routière which is right in the middle of downtown Aix, it’s very handy.
Aix reminds me a lot of Angers. It’s a similar size and has a very laid-back vibe to it. Unfortunately, Aix doesn’t seem to have the same history to it. Angers had a more distinctive old town near the chateau with ancient structures and cobbled streets. Aix feels more modern. It doesn’t seem to have a historic section in the same way Angers did. It does, though, have all the fountains. Aix is known as the city of fountains and it takes pride in that title and marks every old cool fountain on its tourist maps (I know because I stole one [not really stole, they were free in the tourism office but I’m still a rebel]).
Monday was my first day taking care of the children I am nannying. I had to pick up the youngest from school and boy was it nerve wracking. First, I had to drive to her school, and remember where it was. It’s only about a ten-minute drive and not hard to find at all, but I was still nervous. Then I had to find her amongst the swarms of children piling out of the gate.
I stared a little too hard at most of the kids. I’m terrible at remembering faces and had only met my charge twice before and was desperately praying I would recognize her. Thankfully, she recognized me and snuck up right under my nose. On the way home, I made a wrong turn, something she was happy to point out.
If you have ever talked with a young child, you know that they are hard to follow. Stories can go on for days with an end, or a beginning or a middle. Understanding them is usually impossible, so you fill in gaps with yeahs and wows. Now imagine that this same meandering tale is being told in a foreign language and you can forget about it. The few car conversations we have had have been mostly one sided.
The more that I watch the kids the more comfortable I get. Picking up at school has become much easier, though I still get just a little nervous I’ll miss her.
When not deciphering French child speak, I’m trying to make some more comprehensible friends. On Tuesday I went to Aix with the express purpose to meet other assistants and make some friends. I’ve met a few lovely people so far, a few other American assistants and one Egyptian.
The weird thing about the assistantship program is that all other assistants just immediately seem like your friends. On our Facebook group everyone is supportive and very willing to offer advice and any help they can. It’s been a great community.
Meeting people in person has been weird, but great. It’s like a blind date. You have no idea who it is you are meeting, all you really know is that they aren’t French, and neither are you. Also trying to arrange the meetup seems strange. I ended up awkwardly hopping between three benches trying to appear casual as I waited to meet with another assistant on Tuesday. She was a little lost and running late so I was there for what seemed like too long to me.
Thankfully I have been able to successfully find all my assistant “dates” and have gotten along with all of them. One of the girls is even planning to join me on a trip for our October vacation (more on that soon).
Before starting my work at the school, I had two goals: get a phone and get a bank. School stuff starts tomorrow, and I have accomplished one out of two. Phone: check. Bank: not so much.
Getting a bank in France is the worst. I remember it being hard the first time and now it seems even more discouraging. Several banks have turned me away. I even made a meeting at one bank (which they cancelled and rescheduled moments after I got on the bus to go to it) and they still turned me away. It’s frustrating to assume your bank is all but ready to go just to be turned away at the last minute.
So next week in between school meetings I’ll be trying to make more bank appointments, so I can be paid. I’m incredibly happy to be in France and all, but I’d still like go be paid for it and for that, I need a bank.
Adjusting to being here has been pretty easy. I feel like I have a very good understanding of Éguilles and a decent idea of Aix. I like the family I work with and I think I’ve started a few good friendships. Next step is figuring out what is happening with my schools. Tomorrow morning I’ll be heading into Marseille for my stage d’acceuil (training/orientation). I’m excited to meet more assistants and get started teaching and get even more acclimated to my new position.
Next week I’m sure I’ll be posting again all about orientation and school and whatnot. Until then, à plus!
Here’s a few pictures from around Éguilles and Aix