After the fairy tale, yummy food, touristy part of my recent trip to Italy I was forced to come back to Toulouse and prove my french knowledge in exams. I'm going to leave out blogging about the two surprise exams I had for my English Lit and my Eng/Fren. Translation classes. I'm going to pass over my exam in ancient french on the morphology of various words into modern french. Let's dive straight into the vacation aspect of that first week back in class shall we?
Monday Ross found his way to Le Mirail for a lunch date with me. With our croque monsieurs and our fries from a local joint we huddled on the cold concrete steps inside the Arch building. I lamented my surprise exam; he sympathetically and frequently joined in with , "I'm sorry." I showed him around campus a bit, enough for him to agree that it's not attractive or welcoming, then left him up to his own devices when I had to head back into more exams. Two more exams were finished and I ended my academic Monday by meeting Ross outside my school.
It's a funny thing, the mere presence of someone you know waiting somewhere for you; it instantly brings a smile to your face to see that person.
Ross and I went to my apartment for me to drop off school books, then headed to catch a movie and some dinner. He was hesitant about my insistence that we spend the entire evening out on the town since this was my exam week, but I assured him that after a day of exams I just needed to completely shut off my brain. Besides there were only reviews in my classes for Tuesday anyway.
Before the movie I wanted Ross to eat a crepe. When if France, eat a crepe - that's my motto anyway. We tried sitting down inside a creperie at Capitol but were overlooked by the waiters for those buying drinks and more expensive things. Finally fed up with an order that usually takes five minutes on the street, we abandoned our table and sought crepes outside with the vendor. Ross opted for nutella, I for strawberry jam, and we quickly ate them during the cold walk to the movie theatre at Place Wilson.
Our options for an American film were very slim so we picked 'The Tourist' hoping we'd get lots of action. It was not the action film the trailer had it made out to be. Instead of spy action, Ross and I sat through a two hour chick flick watching Angelina try to suppress her warrior woman air she usually plays and Johnny Depp act awkward and unsure of himself. I started putting on my coat with ten minutes still left in the movie which surprised Ross. I think all guys think that females love all chick flicks, but that's just not the case.
From the theatre we traveled up the street to Jean Juares to 'Pizzeria Vecchio' for a very late dinner. I hadn't had enough Italian food quite yet, and apparently the restaurant served Italian style pizza. The google reviews did not disappoint! Vecchio served a really yummy pizza dinner which Ross and I both devoured with satisfaction. Desert was ice cream in fruity flavors like passion fruit and lemon which helped lessen the heavy, cheesy, pizza taste - not that the pizzas weren't good, but ending the meal with a fruity flavor was better. It was a really full Monday, and I was exhausted by the time we finished dinner past 11 pm, but having Ross in Toulouse just plain made everything better.
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