Planes Trains and Automobiles

I'm taking the train tomorrow. Hopefully I wont have too much of a problem trying to change trains in Paris, as the métro is striking too.

N'importe quoi.

La Grève

For those of you who are unaware of how much the French like to strike... Let me tell you.. The French love to strike! The teachers went on strike about 2 weeks ago, however, us assistance were required to come in nonetheless. Last week, the cafeteria workers were on strike and as a result we did not have lunch. I here that the metro in Paris is striking over Christmas and that the people who work in transportation are also striking... Such as the delivery trucks. More importantly, the Brest airport is striking. There was a strike on Monday and no flights left the airport. And again the workers will be striking on Friday aka tomorrow, the day I'm supposed to fly to Montpellier. Thank you disgruntled French workers. Merry Christmas to you too.

The Medical Visit

The main reason I went to Rennes was for a required medical visit. Hermann's girlfriend, Annelore, helped me find it. There were lots of assistance there including a bunch of my new friends in Brest. I was lucky enough to be first on the list so it went pretty fast. Over all I'd say the whole process was slightly comical. I went into a tiny room where the nurse came in and told me to take off my tops. There is no sens of modesty there though, no gown to cover you up or anything. I had to get an X-ray of my lungs taken, which Nick tells me they were looking for tuberculosis, whatever. After I redressed, the lady told me to wait in a chair next to the room. After the next assistant was finished she then told me to move to the next chair, and after the 3rd assistant was finished we all had to shift to another chair. Seeing as there wasn't anyone in front of me to begin with, I don't know why she didn't just tell me to go to the last chair, but, whatever, that's the French for you. The best part about the med visit... I got to keep my X-Ray.

Rennes

I recently visited Rennes where I stayed with my neighbor Hermann and his family. He has a very big family and so many people come and go that It was kinda like being in a TV series. I know I met his parents who were wonderful. He has that stereotypical motherly mom who is always trying to feed you and even went grocery shopping and sent food home with me for Hermann and me. He had I don't even remember how many brother and sisters. I hung out with his younger sister for awhile and we watched friends (in french) and she watched "Bridgette Jones" while I chatted online. I also met a brother and random friends of both brother and sister. I don't think any other brothers or sisters were there but it's hard to remember now.