What's up Grasse

On Saturday we went on a little excursion to Grasse, France. It is considered the world's capital of perfume. However, getting to Grasse was not so fun because the heat of the day and the motion of the bus left me feeling a little pukey. We were welcomed in Grasse by a group of frenchies line dancing to save a horse, ride a cowboy. That was really nice. Then we started off our day going to the International Museum of Perfume which ended up being very cool. First, we went into a dark room with beanie bags and nice views of mountains and whatnot being projected on the wall while a scent was being sprayed into the room. It was very relaxing and much needed after feeling sick. The museum also had crazy things that you could smell and bottles of perfume from all over the world and dated way back to ancient times. After, we stopped at a little cafe for lunch and shopped for a little. They had the cutest shops but if you ever come to France and shop, be sure to say hello and goodbye to the storeowner or they'll give you some dirty looks. We went back to our group's meeting site and waited for everyone else to return. Bridget really wanted ice cream so we walked to a weird ice cream store and in the fridge I saw a Smirnoff Ice and couldn't help but scheme to ice someone. Poor Mark was the victim and he ended up finding the bottle in my purse when I asked him to grab me a hair binder and got down on one knee in front of the whole group. GT's. After, we went to the Molinard Perfumerie, where we got a tour of how they made various perfumes and soaps. After the tour, we got to make our own little perfume mixture but by this point, my nose was overwhelmed by the amount of smells that I just needed to get out of there.

Beach Party - 2 ; Jennifer - 0

On Thursday, there was another beach party. We knew we weren't in St. Joe anymore because one of the guys from the college had dropped 400 euros on champagne, beer, wine, hard liquor and snacks and in St. Joe you'd have Philips. The theme this time was hawaiian and assuming that no one would really have anything to dress up in, Bridge, Shan, and I went very casual. Boy did we feel like boys. Girls were wearing dresses and mini-skirts. Such a huge joke. When we got to the beach there was a hobo laying by the place that we usually go so we had to move farther down. One of the boys had fireworks, but that was a disaster waiting to happen because some of them would go off sideways near the ground and it was just bad. Some of the French journalism students joined the party and obnoxious american music was played (did we really have to play soulja boy?) Then we continued to have a few drinks which turned into one too many and we know how the story ends. Sorry Bridget and Shannon for stumbling in, I'll work on that.

Other things I learned:

1. sushishop is my new favorite place to go when they serve us snails at the cafeteria. For desert, gelato. Nummy.

2. Don't try to click your heels when your wearing heels. Drunk or sober. It hurts HARD.

3. Four mixed drinks for 36 euros is a one time thing. 

4. Talk to people that own/live on yachts. You can muster up a free beer or two. Then leave when it gets weird.

5. Meet bartenders. They are the nicest people and give you free shots.

6. "I didn't come abroad to get a good GPA." - Shannon Jessen

7. Slushies here are soooo good. I still can't get over it.
8. Watch where you walk in France because there is dog poop everywhere.

9. I don't drink as much as it seems. Seriously.
10. But seriously.

Next stop for the weekend - ROME, ITALY. bye france :) xoxo