Daily Routine

Today was my last day to go through my usual, daily routine in Lyon. That is wake up, eat, commute, have class. I am very sad for that because I enjoyed my daily routine. I found it to be quite relaxing and I will really miss it when I leave. Over the weeks I've tried to document bits and pieces of my routine along the way. This is my attempt at threading them together in a logical order:

First things first, a very French breakfast for a very French girl. When they left the room I took a picture of what I get served for breakfast from time to time. This is baguette with lots of butter on it and some kind of jam. If I were really french I would also probably have a bowl of milk to dip this in.

leave the house

walk past Louise and Antoine's house (our house is built in the backyard of Martine's parents.

Open the gate and venture onto the Point du Jour

Lollygag down the rue

turn the corner

oogle at the grocery store and boulangerie




Cross the street, walk past the bread and breakfast and marvel at how there are so many old men smoking out on the patio in their pajamas, sit at the point du jour bus stop and stare at people as they go in and out of the other boulangerie across the way.

Pick a good bus seat and count down the stops as they pass by until we get to St. Just. Exit the bus, swipe my card in, and wait for the Funiculaire to take me down the hill.
Stare out the window as the funiculaire drops me down through the old renaissance buildings of Vieux Lyon and listen to music and write.



Go down the longest escalator ever. If you stand on it and don't walk at all it takes four minutes to get down. I often times see people napping, reading, doing the crossword puzzle, and sitting on this in the morning. It's a nice time to unwind or push the snooze button on your alarm clock one more time if you are into that. Then again there are always the people with their bref cases and scooter who go flying down the thing and run to the Metro like Godzilla is chasing them. One morning I decided I wanted to experience the rush so I followed a man in a tan suit with a brown brief case on the chase. It was rather disappointing, not as exciting as I thought it would be.

Follow the Metro Line D signs, the green line, under the tunnel, down the stairs, and to the chairs to sit, wait, and people watch for two minutes or less.



Don't miss the Metro. Get onto it when the doors open and squirm your way into a snug corner for a ten minute ride underground.
Get off the Metro at Sans Souci. The name of this stop means without worries. Encouraging right? I am glad I don't have to get off at the Guillotiere everyday, wouldn't want to ge my head chopped off. I much prefer the name of my stop.

Get greeted by the gas station. Hello to you too.
Be wooed by French advertising or "pubes" (only pronounced more like poobs) as they call them. What the heck is even going on here? I found my love in a field of cows too.

Oh hey sciences-U! Time for class. Guess I should take the elevator to the 7th floor.
The happy room awaits us....
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Everyone feels pretty good about failing their civilization tst, especially the creepy dummy who hangs out over there in the corner from time to time. Do the very American thing intbetween classes and visit the vending machine. Do the very French thing and visit the espresso making vending machine. Don't worry about Jeff's wardrobe, this is what happen when your alternative pair of shoes get wet the night before and your host parents have forgotten about your laundry. We all have these days.


OH how I will miss the ever so thrilling ritual of commuting to school in the morning in Lyon. It has become so soothing...