Part 7: Supercars, Snow, and School

I realise I haven't done an update in quite a while, and mainly that is down to 5 days of horrible internet connection, but apart from that, it's also because lots has been happening. The last time I posted I was in Florence, enjoying the beautiful warm 9 degree weather...
That soon turned into 11 degrees (!!!!) when we arrived in Nice, France. At this point in time, I had gone through 12 days of less than 3 hour sleep, so I was a bit messed up, as you do. It's because my Dad and brother snore. And I know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes - their snores do sound different. They are different pitches. Sometimes, if you concentrate hard enough, you can create a sort of melody from the tune of their snoring. And then you remember its 3 in the morning, and its like: trying to make a song out of snoring? Really?
On one of the days we went to Monaco, the 11th 'country' of the journey. And boy was Monaco messed up. Pretty much 1 in 2 cars were supercars, that is, Aston martin's, ferraris, bugatti's, bentleys, lamborghinis, porsches, mclarens - the list goes on. For those ill-witted people Monaco is one of the Formula 1 tracks of the world, and they day we went was the equivalent of Good Friday, so for a fundraiser the driver's of 6 Ferrari's would take the public out for a hot lap of the track. So you'd just be walking on the footpath with all the local traffic next to you and then a Ferrari would tear past you at 200km/h. = Hektik.

Monaco

At this point in time though, I was kind of over the whole sit in a car and then get to a place to look at things, and wanted to start my exchange, and get some sleep. So I arrived to a snowy Paris, everything completely covered in white and I waited for a while until I could go 'home'. To 3 homes. Yes, Jules and his family originally had one apartment in Paris, then they decided to buy the one next to that, and then they decided to buy the one under that. 3 apartments, in Paris, is not so bad. And a house in the French Alps, a house in Tunisia, and a chateau in the countryside (where im going for Christmas). Again, not so bad.
Though there is one obvious realisation when I arrived that it really is incredibly difficult to understand what the hell is going on. When it comes to listening to people it's ok, but sometimes you zone out for a second and then you have no idea what they are talking about, and then comes a non-yes or no-answered question, and you're screwed. You're screwed anyway because you can't put a sentence together. But there you go.
Today I had a driving tour around Paris to welcome me to the fine city, and was also welcomed by the worst snow Paris has seen in 23 years, and it's not even winter yet. Combine that with 9 million people and you get that it took us 9 hours to drive 20km. It was just lucky that the things I had to stare at were the Eiffel Tower, Champs Elysees, La Concorde, Le Louvre, and things like that.
Back to school tomorrow, 8am-6pm which will be delightful fun, and there you have it. My life. 

The Snow in Paris