Friday: A little sad to leave Nice today. Our home for a month, we made some great friends at school.
The month went really fast, and our French is better than when we arrived- especially for Rach. Being forced to speak a language is the best way to learn.
Our teacher was fantastic. She used current affairs and controversial adult topics of conversation and she was a gun on the whiteboard; different colours for different aspects of grammar.
Nicole, our host, only spoke French and she was keen to talk at dinner and breakfast. Dinner usually ran for a couple of hours: salad, charcuterie, main, cheese or dessert. 7 hours of french a day: 4 in class and 3 at home.
It is interesting how a common struggle creates friendships (the French language that is).
We hit a little local cafe for a last taste of Socca with a few school mates and then grabbed a last taste of Fenoccio ice cream. Thyme was a little out there but tasty while the mint-choc was a good take on a classic.
Have just arrived in Alba, Italy. 2.5 hrs on the motorway. As soon as we crossed the border the landscape became a lot more mountainous, the townships a lot more agricultural (even San Remo had glasshouses and terraced olive trees above the ocean) and the drivers a lot more aggressive. The white van driver has returned!
Pics:The gang @ Fenoccio/Torino sunset at 130kms
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