My dad is sailing across the Atlantic

Say What?

Yeah. He’s talked about sailing around the world, so this trip from the Caribbean to the UK is, let’s just say: his training trip. So I’m a tiny bit worried… this sort of trip was not something done by the faint hearted… thinking back to 400+ years ago when Columbus and others sailed from Europe to “India”. Many people died and fell into the ocean (Yikes). But I think he will be alright, technology has improved so much that he will even have a GPS tracker on him. (And we thought the Marauder’s Map was fiction!) Here’s the link. He’ll be sailing starting in early April and will be getting to Europe by Mid May. Sick!


How to say Shit

To my spanish collocataire, the word “Shit” sounds the same as “sheet”, it was one day during lunch that I recounted a youTube video where an italian man tries to pronounce sheet, and ends up saying “shit” and causes a big confusion. Using my amazing “Amearicaan” accent, I really annunciate “shi-et” compared to “sheeeeet” multiple times, laughing when the spanish guy tries to imitate my accent. 😀 😀

Don’t stick your nose in other people’s business

Note: The title is open to other interpretation upon reading this post.
Note 2: If you’re easily disgusted, read on at your own risk.
So I’ve moved in, signed the contract of my apartment in Toulouse (yay).. but this is only the first part of FINALLY getting myself situated. I think I voluntarily hazed myself as a part of the new flatmate process.
Naturally, when I move in, I like to start out with clean (well as clean as i can get it within a do-able time period). So, I help clean out the recycling, take out the trash, and like at home, I don’t only want to take out the trash from the kitchen, but grab the bags from the toilet, the bathroom, etc. Well, this didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked to. Let’s just say I completely lost my appetite after the first one, and nearly vomited after the second one. I’m also pretty sure I got quite pale, and nearly cried.
Taking out the trash.. really shouldn’t be that bad, but I didn’t realize that people kind of neglect to empty the trash bins at regular intervals, with all the life going on all the time… when I did ask how long ago the trash was taken out, I got shrugs from all directions. The first person to move in was at the beginning of September. So. Shrugs. What does that probably mean? Well I propose a hypothesis: Before September. But that could mean anywhere between the stone age and September 1st. So let’s narrow the interval: Between the time this apartment was built (most likely before 1900) and September 1st. What does that really mean? Holy F@#&ing GROSS. Months of trash. In the bathrooms. Let’s not let our imaginations crawl too far. I will describe what happened. I enter the toilet with a bigger trash bag into which I plan on emptying the contents of the about 1 foot tall, half a foot in diameter trash bin. I put the mouth of the bag over the bin, and turn it over, holding it as far away as possible, breathing in little snippets, squinting my eyes lest something flies out. Half of the trash falls harmlessly into the bag. But what’s that? The bin is turned 180 degrees upside down, and half of the crap is stuck on the bottom of the bin, like a large glob of gunk. So I shake, and with the third shake, with the help of gravity and the release of friction and I’m assuming water tension, it vomits itself into the bag. Thunk. I hold my breath even longer, and detach the bin from the bag. Inside: I am not kidding: grubs. And gnats. . Now you’re wondering how I have the guts to go to the second bathroom…
Well, I was hoping that because it was the girls’ bathroom (no toilet), it would be less horrible. But oh no. that one stunk more. I think I will stop here and just let you lose your appetite, but spare you the vomiting 🙂

Upside of this: now is clean, and this will not happen any more while I’m here.