Monday mornings I get to sleep in until 9:00. Then, I get up, check my e-mail and get dressed at my leisure until around 9:30 when I take my bad downstairs and have breakfast. Breakfast in France is simple: bread. And fruit on occasion. For me, I usually have a chunk of bread with jam, and sometimes some honey. Usually, my host mom has a bowl of coffee. Yes, I said bowl. If my host sister or I don't want any, she'll drink the whole pot. After my breakfast, I grab my sack and head out the door to catch bus #30 to Villejean Universite (aka Rennes 2). There's a bus stop right by the apartment, so I don't have to walk too far (which is good when I feel like going out in the evening). The bus ride is about 20 minutes because it's one of the buses that goes from the east side of town around to the west side via circling around the north end. The ride is actually fairly interesting because you go through a bunch of different neighborhoods, although I still have the hardest time figuring out which neighborhoods are better than others. The French plan their cities in circles, so those living in the inner most circle (centre ville) are generally better off than those living in the outer rings. But it can still be hard to distinguish, especially to someone from the US who is used to judging neighborhoods based purely on appearances.
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