What Can I Say In French?

Couldn't tell you where this photo was taken.
We visited too many places. But there was
some Gladiatorial stuff.

Hmm.
Well, I can say yes. I can say no. I can say hello. And I can say thank you.

That's all.

I had to make notes throughout my entire trip (in France), so I wouldn't forget anything.

So, my favorite (two) thing(s).
The mini-jam jars that our hotel had. They were just so cool. And so unnecessary, but I think that's why I linked them. Everyone doesn't need their own mini-jam jar everyday, but I won't complain.
The other thing was the sugar cubes for the coffee. Sugar cubes are so awesome. Well kind of. They're so cool, and I feel so sophisticated when I use them, but they are horrible for adding sugar. It takes forever for them to dissolve, and they give(?) less sugar than they appear to.
That brings me to the next thing I noticed.

Tell me that this dog's sadness isn't funny. It's too cute.

French Coffee sucks.
Well, maybe that's not right. But they serve coffee that's not espresso, so it's bad. If it's not an espresso, then it just tastes weak/bad/watery. I feel like I can't drink anything but espressos now, oh well. Long story short, French Coffee is basically the same as American Coffee.
Next, I'd really like to say that I wish I spoke French. ANY French, really. It was very hard for me to go from being able to communicate and talk to people in Spain, to becoming a mute in France. I had to laugh because when I got back to Spain, I realized that Spain was now inside of my comfort zone. That says something.

Something great about France? FREE WATER. YEAH. That's so exciting it's not even funny.
So yes, I drank French tap water. Didn't get sick. I am invinsible.
Watch out.
Also, I saw maybe 5 or 6 clothing stores in France, and 95% of the clothing was completely white. It was really strange. Every store was just filled with all white clothing. And the men's shirts that weren't white, were the stereotypical blue and white stripped shirt. It was... I don't even know. Just odd.
(Whew) We also saw a kid almost get hit by a car. The car stopped maybe 3 inches from the child. Then a bunch of Frenchmen started yelling at each other. And that's basically the story.

Famous garden that Van Gogh painted.

Next.... So while we we're in some random French city, there was a car that was all "weddinged-up" and they were beeping the horn and all of the other wedding stuff. We briefly joked about crashing the wedding, but when the car left earshot, we didn't really think anything of it. So when we walked into this giant old bulding (just exploring) and as we ran of the stairs, we heard like 500 people clap and cheer. Quickly panicking and running outside, we noticed that the car that was going to the wedding was out front.
Oops. So we almost crashed a French Wedding. That's a bucket-lister.
One of the more important things I did there was that I tried Gelato.
Just wow. I now understand why it's such a big deal right now. it's amazing. Ice Cream has nothing on Gelato. Nothing. Do yourself a favor and go and buy some right now. Stopping reading, start buying. Don't waste your life.

The sweets store that gave out more free samples than Costco's

Annnnnnd. Last but not least. My favorite place that we visited, ironically in Spain, was before we went over the border, we stopped in Girona. A fantastically relaxing (some may call it boring), and old/historic city. It was where we had Gelato (for the first time, after we realized how great it was, it became a daily affair), and it's apparently where quite a few movies are filmed.
A small side note, in my experiences, the French were not the nicest people (to Americans only? not sure), a lot of the time they were down right rude.



So here are some pictures in no apparent order.

You think barbed-wire is scary. These people do it right.
No one will climb over this. Not a soul.

Classy.

The building to the left was where the wedding-incident occurred.
Haha, and you can actually see (barely) the silver wedding car...
Way left.

Don't know where or why I
took this picture, but it looks
important.
Right?

Where we stayed. It was gorgeous. Montpellier, France.

Girona. So pretty. It was a very pleasant city. But I'm
not sure if I'd want to spend an extended period of time there.
Not a huge amount of things to do.

Historic Girona.

More historic Girona.