Any visit to the Strasbourg-Alsace region wouldn’t be complete without a quick nip across the border to the famous spa town of Baden-Baden for a dip in the waters. There are two sets of baths that you can check into for a few hours of relaxation: the Friedrichsbad, which is advertised as a “Roman-Irish” spa, and the Caracalla, an all-encompassing spa for the masses. The Roman-Irish experience, although I have yet to experience it myself, combines classic hot baths (Roman) with sadistic cold ones (Irish) […]
So what’s it like to be an English Masters Student at the University of Strasbourg?
Yes, you are. All of the students around you, including a not insignificant number on foreign exchange programmes, and the teacher are indeed … female. Unfortunately you are also old enough to have fathered most of them … except the teacher.”
… said my ethereal self to my other inner self last Wednesday morning at approximately o’eight hundred hours (for we use the twenty-four hour clock in France); drawing my attention to the general genre of my surroundings.[…]
So my first week of studies seems to be going well. It has been a steep learning curve on all facets of University life. This is what I have learned so far:
- local dogs go for walkies on Campus at night – just so there’s plenty of caca for us to step in by day
- the machine coffee is rubbish […]
It seems the youth of Britain remain wholly unconvinced as to the usefulness of mastering a foreign language. If you ask me, this is because the reasons for doing as much have never been presented terribly well. […]
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When it comes to food I am always ready to try something new. However, since accidentally ordering whole, cold, curried squid for breakfast in Yogjakarta some years ago, I do now at least make a point of knowing what it is I’m biting into first. My gung-ho days are long gone.
It is with this spirit that I approached a recent takeaway menu shoved through the door from Strasbourg’s newest Sushi restaurant: Planet Sushi. […]
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As an expat you frequently have to put up with the locals butchering your mother tongue in person, (“Air io ingleesh?”), in punctuation (sandwich’s) and incomprehensible (mental wear, le fooding). Normally this doesn’t bother me. If anything, it reminds me that however bad my French may be it will never be as heinous as some of the locals’ English, and let’s be honest now – sometimes it can be quite amusing! […]
The whole of the Eurozone ‘crisis’ is based upon the level of confidence the ‘markets’