Drawing I did of myself at St Pancras with my suitcase, backpack and ukelele in hand!
I arrived in France on Thursday by train. It was a long and quite tiring 10 hour journey but I survived and felt quite excited and scared most of the way there. The best bit of the journey was making friends with the old french man who was sitting next to me, we talked on and off for the next two or three hours which was really nice and we shared some wine. He got off somewhere in the Dordoigne I think and I promised to send him a postcard and let him know how I get on in Toulouse (which he said was "tres beau")! Another large group of men were celebrating a friend's birthday with masses of food and drink and wine and as we walked passed we were offered home made lemon cake which was very nice and I accepted gratefully! On the way back from the cafe carriage we were given a different cake and even invited, (half jokingly) to the party they were having at a friend's chateau! I laughed, didn't know what to say but Francois said no, no she is going to Toulouse, she'll get off in Toulouse! By the time I arrived I was so tired I lost most of my ability to speak french, all my french had gone speaking to Francois and I just about managed to communicate with my very lovely landlady Laurence with Oui, Non, bien, je suis un peu fatiguée!
It felt a bit strange settling down in my room on my own and suddenly felt a bit homesick, but thanks to a fairly reasonable internet reception I managed to have a reassuring, and enjoyable skype session with boyfriend and then family.
Je suis arrivée!
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