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On va changer d’air pour vrai

I suppose it’s time for an update seeing as I moved to Montréal over a week ago. The move went pretty smoothly for the most part. I arrived in Montréal after a lovely red eye flight. Can’t say I ever enjoy flying, but I suppose if I am going to fly I might as well sleep through the whole thing. I caved & took a cab to the apartment because I had far too much stuff to haul it across the city on the bus/métro.
After freshening up a bit it was IKEA time. I spent the next few hours taking the métro/bus out to IKEA, shopping for all the stuff I need, purchasing it & then finding a cab to haul it all back to my apartment. I then proceeded to lug all the boxes up to my apartment where I could finally assemble them. By the time Margaux got home that evening I was a sweaty mess & only a third of the way through assembling my drawers. She helped me finish that up & I had a lovely sleep on our giant (& extremely comfy) futon.
Since that hectic first day, I’ve fully assembled all of my IKEA furniture & my room actually resembles a room. I think it is really quite impressive. For the most part, I’ve spent my time getting settled & working at the YMCA here.
& wow, does this Y ever make me miss the good old Crowfoot YMCA. We’re not allowed to talk to each other on deck at this one. We do 20 minutes standing between the 2 pools, 20 min sitting at the deep end & 20 minutes “off”. & there are only ever 3 guards. If someone has to get in to teach, then there are 2 guards that stay on the whole time. It’s great. Oh CFY, how I miss you & how close we all were.

Crowfoot goodbye party at Earls

Margaux’s boyfriend, Mike, came up from Kingston last weekend for a visit. It was nice to get to meet him finally & hang out. We had Montréal smoked meat at Schwartz’s, he made us pasta & I think they had a really good weekend together.

waiting for our turn

smoked meat at Schwartz’s

the three of us enjoying our meal


Aside from a nice stroll in Mont Royal last Friday (where I got horribly lost in Westmount for a while & ended up on a 3 hour walk instead of a hour & a half) & a visit to the Atwater Market I haven’t had time to do much exploring yet. I work all this weekend, but I’m hoping to still get out a bit & then do some serious exploring next week. It’s time to really get to know this city I think!

view from Mont Royal

Atwater Market

Inside the Atwater Market

Change- that seems to be the theme of most of my posts. I guess that’s what happens when you decide to move all the time. I’ve always been okay with change & trying new things. & I think this year will certainly be full of new things & “firsts”.

new city, new apartment, new roommate, new friends, new job, new school(s), new language.
first real apartment, first long distance relationship, first line of credit…
I’m sure there will be more.
<3

Photo of the week

I’ve kind of let this go over the summer, but now that summer is over I think it’s time to get back to some serious blogging. To start it off: photo of the week!
northbound deerfoot trail
Aug 2009

For the most part, I feel like I usually have it pretty together. I know what I want & for the most part I’ve always thought I knew how to get it. but for the first time, I feel like the thing that I want is so out of my grasp. It wasn’t supposed to be & it really shouldn’t be, but I just have this terrible feeling that it’s not all going to come together. I never really expect things to be easy, but I always have been able to get to where I want…whether that meant getting there a little backwards sometimes. I always got there. & I just feel like I’m not going to this time. I didn’t think an exam could make me actually feel so stupid. & I can’t help thinking there’s something wrong with me. Like, my forgetfulness is getting worse & I can’t do anything to stop it.

I’m just feeling kind of helpless. I’m trying to remember if this is the way I felt last time I came home but I don’t think that it’s entirely the same. I guess that makes sense seeing as I’m not entirely the same person & my experience was far from the same. Anyways, I just need some me time. Time to sort my head out.

Lyon Love

I’ve been home for a month now & totally neglecting my blog. Instead of writing a giant entry I’m just going to post a list I made right before I left Lyon for the last time. Short & sweet- such a rarity when it comes to my posts!

Things I will miss about Lyon:
-my friends
-speaking French every day
-baguettes from around the corner
-springtime flowers IN APRIL
-Croix-Rousse (& all the bobos!) 
-the market 
-cheese
-arome de lyon (cheese) from the shop on my street
-cheap wine 
-the TGV
-walking everywhere
-independence
-picking up food at little local shops
-picnics in the park
-the boats on the quai 
-Paris 2 hrs away
-sitting in cafés for hours
-the velo’vs. 
I’m sure I could think of more…but in a nutshell…there’s a little bit of Lyon for ya….
bisous

Lists & leaving

My bags are packed. I’m ready to go.

…ok, that’s a lie. My bags aren’t packed & I’m not really ready to go. But I’m getting there. My big duffel bag is mostly packed, aside from a few things that are still drying after I washed them yesterday. Same goes for my backpack. I washed most of the stuff that I want to take on my trip, so I’m waiting until it’s all dry to pack it up. Either way, things are coming to an end. Tonight is my last night in this apartment. My final night in Croix Rousse. It’s not to say I won’t be back, but it still feels like more of a goodbye than a see you later. & I’m really quite rubbish at goodbyes. 
Last night, as I was taking all my photos off my wall, I got to thinking about a lot of things. I love to travel. & I’ve loved both of my séjours in France. They were both completely different, but both completely amazing at the same time. Just when I think I’ve learned all the things that I can about myself, I find out that I’m actually still learning. 
I’m excited to go home. But along with the excitement, there’s a bit of fear. I’m not sure what to expect. I know how it was last time I can home & I’m really hoping that I’ve learned something from that & that this time can be different. But I’m not sure that it’s that simple. Sure, leaving home to go live in a foreign country is hard. Everyone knows that. What people don’t realize, is that coming home is harder. It’s never the same as you left it. & you’re never the same was when you left. & even though I’m telling myself I’m prepared for that, I’m not sure that I really am. I’m not sure that I’m prepared to get back to sitting still, so to speak. I know I’ll keep busy & I have tons of plans & I’m excited for all those plans & seeing my friends & family. But I’m also scared of that feeling you get when you come home after travelling for a long time. I’m not sure that I can exactly explain what I mean. I think it’s just something you understand if you’ve felt it before. It’s not really that I’m worried about that I’m going to be depressed. I know that’s not quite it. But more that I’m worried that I’m going to feel an emptiness. 
I love to travel. People ask me about all the places I’ve been & it takes me ages to list them all off. They say “Tu m’étonnes” because I’ve done so much travelling. In some ways, I feel that I have seen a lot of the world. At the same time, there’s so much I haven’t seen. What are people waiting for? I figure I have my whole life to sit around working & wishing I was off travelling. Now is the time to do it. I’d like to be able to say, if I never leave home again after this I’ll be happy with all of the places I’ve seen & all of the experiences I’ve had. The truth is, as anyone who’s done any significant travelling knows, I’ll never feel that way. I’ll always have this hunger for more. 
So with that said, I’ve been thinking about home a lot. & I made a list a while ago. I like lists…they’re simple & concise (something I am not when it comes to talking about my life). Here’s my list about home; the things that I miss. I’ve been adding to it over my time in France & I’m sure there are about a million things missing from it seeing as I don’t always have my little notebook handy but here it is…a more or less concise description of things that I love: 
  • my family & my friends
  • working out
  • mom’s cooking
  • sunday dinners at home
  • the kitchen & all it’s lovely appliances, pots, pans, knives..etc
  • baby beast (aka my car)
  • wing nights
  • The Y
  • my bed/room
  • text messages all the time!
  • my giant closet (full of clothes)
  • school (& learning)
  • privacy (my room)
  • space
  • the rockies
  • sunny days all the time
  • towels/socks/pjs fresh from the dryer
  • biweekly paychecks
  • never having to share my computer
  • a desk
  • large glasses/mugs
  • deodorant (it’s weird here)
  • my clothes smelling good (& not of cigarettes)
  • working out
  • feeling normal sized
  • being understood all the time
  • finding the right words

I also made a list of food I miss…because we all know how much I love food…
Things I am craving: 
  • rice crackers
  • beef jerky
  • popcorn
  • crave cupcakes
  • ranch dressing
  • floss
  • instand oatmeal (alyssa helped with this one) 
  • sweet & salty granola bars
  • KD (she also helped with this)
  • salt & vinegar chips
  • BBQ steak
  • BBQ anything
  • milk (non-UHT style)
  • Mom & Dad’s amazing caesar salad
  • weekend dinners at home
  • chewing gum
  • tic tacs 
  • the gym
  • hot wings with ranch dip (or terihot wings)
  • salmon sashimi
  • flames roll combo
  • sushi, in general
  • breakfast bagels
  • toasted tomato sandwiches
  • frozen burritos
  • my taco salad
  • nachos
  • BLTs
  • bacon
  • salmon on the BBQ 
  • spinach & artichoke dip
  • cream cheese
  • bagels
I’m fairly certain I could go on & on about these things. I love food & I love home. Like I said…I’m excited to go home…there’s just that little part of me that’s scared as well. 
1 more day in Lyon…

adieu starbucks


Never again will I have to hold in my laughter when someone orders a “petit starbucks SVP” or an “tall instant de plenitude.” Today was my last shift at Starbucks. It was a bit sad. I’m really awful at goodbyes so I wasn’t at all looking forward to it, but I got lots of hugs & kisses (especially from Lionel who also offered me a MUG award). It was nice. They all had really nice thing to say as well.

Thursday evening we had our meeting about the new campaign that starts on Wednesday. At the end of it they gave me one of the picture mugs with photos of all of them (& me!) & stamps from all the different coffees. It was really cute & will always remind me of them & how great they all were. 

the cute mug they made me
Villeurbanne was a great store to work at. I remember being sad at first that they were transferring me there. I felt like Papa (as everyone refers to Lionel Becker, our DM) thought I couldn’t handle the fast paced insanity of Republique. In the end though, Villeurbanne is much more what Starbucks is to me & I enjoyed going to work at lot more than I ever did at Rep. After working for Nadya, I can’t imagine going back to working for Elisa. Nadya is so much more laid back. There’s time to talk & joke & have fun. & she joins in in it all. They even refer to her as Tall because of how short she is (she’s the same size as a Tall). You’d never catch anyone coming up with a nickname like that for Elisa. 
Friday night was my going away party. I’d promised everyone at Rep that I’d do something to say goodbye seeing as I don’t see any of them anymore. Funny thing is, none of them really showed except Tonia. Anyways, we went to Café Léon after work on Friday for tapas. I’d been before, but had never actually eaten. I’d heard really good things about it & they were all true. We all shared sangria & then Kate, Anne & I split some patatas bravas, bread con tapenade & deep fried fish. It was really good! Rachel had made her famous muffin cake & so that was a lovely surprise. They even brought caramel & vanilla pudding as a topping. 

Anne & I at Café Léon

Gums & Mie

Maureen et Alexis

my muffin cake from Rach!

Afterwards we headed over to the quai to have some beer & wine & hang out. We were supposed to go to the Bec du Jazz, but it was a nice night so everyone wanted to go to the quai. It wasn’t bad…not great, kinda windy & cold & none of us were all that into partying…but it was good to see everyone together. & I’m glad I was able to get a soirée with my Starbucks friends in before I left. I’m going to miss them all. 

trifecta on the quai

Of course, to make sure I don’t forget them, or my time at Starbucks…I’ve picked up a few souvenirs. (Plus I really wanted a French press & one of our regulars got me a couple lollies on my last day. Cute). 
my Starbucks stuff

vous allez tous me manquer
je vous embrasse
xx

Springtime in Lyon & a “weekend” in Rennes

So, I’m pretty well at the end of my séjour in France. I’ll be back in Calgary 3 weeks from today & I actually leave Lyon in one week. I’ll be heading up to Munich for a few days, then on to Prague & back down to Strasbourg before heading back to Lyon to pick up my bags & taking the train up to Paris for a final day before the long flight home. This also means that I’m on to my final 4 shifts at Starbucks. No more free coffee for me…I’ll have to figure out a new plan to support my caffeine addiction, I suppose. 

Anyways, I’ve been enjoying a really nice spring over here. All the terraces are back out & there’s nothing better than a drink on a terrace after a busy day at work. The grass is green, trees & flowers are in bloom & I’ve even got a bit of a tan. In fact, my friend Jamie (who’s father is black) was mad the other day because I’m just as “tanned” as she is. I don’t really know how this has happened, but I’m not going to complain. Perma-tan is cool with me. 

The majority of my international friends in Lyon took off travelling for spring break at the beginning of April, so I had a pretty chill week. Jamie stuck around a little bit longer so we spend a lot of time together. I never would have thought that shopping could involve so much walking, but we hit the market, rue de la ré (in the center), croix rousse (my neighbourhood up the giant hill) & Part Dieu shopping mall in one day. Did I mention that neither of us have cars or bus passes this month, so we went all over on food. & if that wasn’t enough, we headed over to Rachel’s that night to make pizza, popcorn & watch Bridget Jones’ Diary. It was a pretty good day, shopping-wise as well as food (bagels at City Bagels in town!! yum!) & company-wise. We also managed to enjoy a beer on a terrace & relaxed in the park for a while. Ah yes, life is tough for me. The following night, I headed over to Rachel’s again to watch Remember the Titans. Classic. 

They both took off for Rome the next day though, so I had a pretty lowkey weekend at home. I’d bought a train ticket to Rennes that week & hopped on a train early Monday morning last week to head over to one of my favourite cities in France. I’d been expecting somewhat dreary, cold weather in Rennes, but I arrived to find cloudless blue skies. I found my way to the Youth Hostel & set out for the day, grabbing a picnic lunch on my way to Parc du Thabor. The park there is absolutely beautiful. There are so many beautiful flowers & trees & the grass is so green (it rains a lot, so that’s really no surprise). I spent a good chunk of the afternoon there enjoying the sun & relaxing. I finally decided it was time to leave & got ambushed by some guy as I was leaving the park. He was fairly nice & incredibly chatty, but I really wasn’t interested. Problem is, I really don’t know how to tell people I’m not so interested in French without being incredibly rude. & he wasn’t being incredibly bothersome, I just wasn’t interested in having a drink or dinner with him. I do however, now have a place to stay in Paris, should I ever need. (haha, ya right) Anyhow, he accompanied me to the Tourist Office & then down to the metro & waited for me to buy myself a ticket even (I’d lied & told him I was going up to Villejean to meet friends) before taking off. I saved my ticket for Thursday morning, when I’d be leaving Rennes & went for Ice cream at Quick instead of meeting my imaginary friends in Villejean. 

I spent the rest of the evening wandering around Rennes. The city is really quite small so around every corner I found something familiar. I couldn’t go anywhere without being hit with some memory from when I lived there. The city was virtually unchanged which was a bit of a surprise. It was nice though, however unexpected. I have such fond memories of Rennes, so it was wonderful to just wander around. It’s hard to explain, but that city will always be something special to me. 

Hanging out in Parc du Thabor 

green grass, sunny day, perfect picnic in the park

so pretty

les portes mordelaises: original gates into Rennes

For dinner that evening, I indulged in some typical Breton food- a galette complète at one of the many crêperies in town. Galettes are savoury crêpes that you can find all over Brittany. They’re made with blé noire (dark flour, black flour??) & are one of my favourite things about Brittany. A galette complète has jambon, oeuf, fromage (ham, egg, cheese) on it. There are tons of other combinations however. 

galette complète: jambon, oeuf, fromage

Rennes square

The following day, my good luck with the weather ended. It was rainy & cloudy as I set out for the day after breakfast. I decided to head up to Villejean. It’s not really your typical tourist attraction in Rennes. In fact, it’s not really a nice neighbourhood at all. It’s where the Université de Rennes 2 (aka where I went to school) is. It’s also where my rez was, so I know the neighbourhood pretty well. The school was completely unchanged, apart from perhaps some new paint to mark the building letters & more graffiti. It’s not the prettiest school around. Rez looked exactly the same as well, aside from renovations on the inside. (Excuse me?! Toilets IN the rooms?! not fair!!) Seeing as it’s easter break right now, everything was pretty deserted & it  was a little bit eerie. Not quite as bad as when the entire school was on strike though. 

I wandered back to the center afterwards & did some shopping. For such a small city, Rennes really does have incredibly good shopping. Furthermore, people actually wear colours other than black & grey or some shade between the two. It was incredibly refreshing to see people in hoodies & colours! That night I went to my favourite moulerie/crêperis: L’Abri du Marché. It is so cozy & cute & looks right out onto Place des Lices. I had Moules du Nord, which were muscles with crème fraiche, smoked salmon & leek. It came with homemade french fries & a dipping sauce. I also got a nice glass of white wine & enjoyed the meal. I’d been looking forward to Breton food the entire time I’ve been in France. Actually, I’ve been looking forward to it, since I left in 2006. Yes, it’s that good! I decided to splurge & get dessert as well. I had a dessert crêpe called La Houat which was pear, raspberry coulis & whip cream. Basically: amazing! 

the most delicious moules et frites! Brittany

The following day got even better weather-wise. By the time I arrived to the centreville, I was completely soaked. I had also learned that my rain jacket is, in fact, not waterproof. Sweet. I tried to spend most of my time inside. Wandering around the exhibition at the tourist office, the mall & little shops along Rue du Bastard. Finally I decided it was time for some lunch & headed to another crêperie, this one on Rue St Georges. I enjoyed a galette chevre miel (goat cheese & honey) & a crêpe caramel buerre salé. Caramel & butter in Brittany are both salty, which I love. I’m much more a savoury person, so I really enjoy the buerre salé. & yes, part of the reason I came back to Rennes was for the food. Food is France is delicious, but I especially love the food from Brittany. (we all know my stomach is in charge of most of my decisions…) 
In the afternoon, I headed back to the hostel & took a siesta before making dinner. In the kitchen at the hostel, I met a few guys on exchange in Brest. (ya, I know….sucks to be them…). There were 2 spaniards & a belgian. They shared some beer & brownies with me & we decided to head out for drinks all together. We headed to Kenland first where there happened to be a football game on there. We had a drink there & then they took pity on me & decided to change venues. We headed to Le P’tit Velo, which used to be one of my favourite bars in Rennes. I think they were going renovations though because it wasn’t as large as I remember it being. It was still a nice evening on a terrace in Place St Michel. We headed back to the hostel pretty early so I could pack for the following morning. It was time to go home & back to work, sadly. 
Everyone was back in Lyon when I got back & we all met up at Kate’s on Friday night for a drink & some Starbucks cookies & cake. Then Kate & I headed out to Vieux Lyon to meet up with Anne. I hadn’t hung out with her in ages so it was nice to see her despite the bar being incredibly crowded. There was also a really great band playing covers of Coldplay & the like. It was a good night. I worked the rest of the weekend & then Sunday night headed over to Kate’s to make poutine. Turns out she’s never had it before! It wasn’t as good as when Alyssa & I made it because she didn’t have compté, but it was still quite good. We hadn’t had a sleepover in ages so we did that as well. How grade 7 of us. 😉 haha. 
The next morning I headed out on my velo’v to work. I had picked up a shift to help Nadya out while everyone was doing this training stuff at the other store. I got off at 1 & met my friend Johan that I worked with at Republique (he was my tutor). He wanted to take me for a drink because he headed off to Alsace to see his family & wouldn’t be around to say goodbye. We were both starving though so we ended up at Ninkasi. It’s this little chain in Lyon that has great beer & burgers & fries. It’s so good! We chatted & hung out there for a few hours & then headed back to Starbucks to say hi to some of the others & ended up hanging out for a good chunk of the afternoon with my store manager, shift supervisors & DM. 
Yesterday, I randomly found out it was Free Ben & Jerry’s day! Jamie, Kate & I met in Vieux Lyon & had our fill of free Ben & Jerry’s. It was delicious. They even let people have refills! We were pretty stoked about the random find…especially since the weather was so good. 

Free Ben & Jerry’s day!

So, that’s about it…I’m now in procrastination mode. I should really start getting organized & packed, but we all know that’s not going to happen before the weekend. I have to move all my stuff to my friend, Rachel’s, by Tuesday & knowing me, I won’t start packing until Monday. Smart idea considering how much stuff I’ve accumulated. Oh no…
Anyways, I’ve bored you long enough with my random adventures. I’m sure to have even more exciting stories as I head off for a couple weeks of last minute travel. I’m already dreaming of all the delicious food I’m going to enjoy….& the beer!. Yup, I’ve picked 3 cities that are very proud manufacturers of beer. Now I just need to plan a trip to Belgium & I’m all set on that front!

me & my perma tan in vieux lyon

A trip to the boulangerie

For less than a euro, I can experience one of the best things about living in France: baguette. It is a well known fact that I love food. I spend hours perusing the Food Network website, I plan most of my travel with the regional specialities in mind & I make a conscious effort to make good meals- all because I love food.

baguette & petit bulletin. perfect!

So, it’s really no surprise that I love baguettes. In fact, a trip to the local boulangerie is one of my favourite things. Not only can baguettes make for a cheap meal, but I can somehow manage to incorporate them into every meal I make. I swear there is nothing better than picking up a fresh baguette & lucking out with a wonderfully warm one. I think the only think that may trump that is a pain au chocolat, fresh out of the oven or otherwise. 
the perfect addition to a picnic in the park
Most people think of croissants when they think of French breakfast, but I’ll take a pain au chocolat instead any day. Not only is it really French (whereas croissants are sometimes touted as being Viennese, hence them being called viennoiserie in France…although pain au chocolat falls under that category as well), but it’s got a little bit of chocolate to kick-start your day. I’m not generally once to enjoy chocolate in the morning, but even I find this little hint of chocolate delightful! 

good intentions

Before I left for France, I was probably in the best shape I’d been in since I swam. Or at least, I was on my way… Working at the Y & having lots of free time seems to bring that out in me. I mean, free gym membership to a good, well equipped gym? Why not use it. So I was working out at least 4 days on, one day off. Running, biking, swimming, weights, core…you name it..& then I came to France….

Last time time I lived in France, in Rennes, I swam for the school so I at least had 3 hours of that a week. It didn’t compare for swimming for the U of C (3 hrs vs 23 hrs) but it was something. When I first got to Lyon, it was warm enough to run outside, so I did quite a bit of that. I also tried to swim at the pool here, but I quickly learned that that was more frustrating than satisfying. It’s times like that where I wish (for a split second) that I wasn’t such a good swimmer. I have to work so much harder to get my heart rate up & have to swim so many meters for it to be worth it & that’s just not possible at the pool here, sadly. 
Winter arrived & I could no longer run outside in shorts. I can’t bring myself to run in pants (it drives me nuts) so I resigned myself to the fact that I’d have to get my exercise from all the walking & velo’ving I was doing. & I am sadly out of shape now. I miss the gym & doing weights & going for a swim whenever I want. I love being in shape & feeling good & being somewhat toned. I always felt like I wasn’t in great shape, but looking back now, I really was. 
Now that April is here, I can run outside again in shorts & I’m so excited about this. It’s also dry enough for the most part to bike at least one way to or from work, so that’s exciting as well. It’s nice to not be in hibernation anymore. & I definitely need to start working out again to prepare for a summer of hiking & backpacking. I’m way too competitive & proud to let any mountain kick my ass. 
So now begins my getting back into some kind of shape. The goal is to do pushups & abs & squats to make up for my lack of weights & to run at least 3 times a week, plus bike & walk places as much as I can. I haven’t bought a metro pass this month, so not only is this good for me, it’ll also save me money on public transportation. 
As usual, I am so full of good intentions…we’ll have to see how successful I am at carrying them out though now.  

plural en franglais

Working at Starbucks in France has definitely widened my vocabulary. At first, I was learning lots of french coffee vocab and greetings and french slang (always useful), but as time goes on my franglais has definitely been taking the front seat here. 

First of all, we have lots of anglophone words all over the place. It’s an american company, so I think it’s pretty understandable. They try to have that american appeal. Like McDonalds, it’s seen as a place all the kids want to go because they think it’s what americans do. Anyways, at Starbucks, we have shift supervisors & a store manager (said with a French accent) that we refer to (oddly, imo) as shifts & stores. Further to that, you rarely hear anyone say: Tu fais l’ouverture/fermeture demain?.  You’re more likely to hear:  Tu fais l’open/le close demain?. This is obviously not a new phenomenon. The french love making English words French: le parking, le weekend, un camping.  Still, it makes me laugh a bit. Perhaps it’s the french canadian in me, seeing as they love their random translations in Quebec. Chien Chaud anyone?
My biggest annoyance lately though is our food products. We have cookies, donuts, muffins, lemon cake, carrot cake, chocolate cake, etc. It is kind of hilarious to hear them pronounce some of them. I think Cinnamon Roll is my favourite. Anyways, for some reason they can’t seem to get the plural right. I constantly get orders of 1 cookies, 1 donuts, 2 donut, 2 cookie… This means that ppls orders get screwed up a lot because they ask for mumblemumble cookie & I give them one & then they say they wanted 2…I understand that in French you don’t generally pronounce plural s, but there is no singular s…so what’s with the singular s is the franglais? 
By far my favourite is the actual Starbucks mispronunciation. You guessed it, in France it is often referred to as Starbuck. Not only that but I often get: Un moyen starbuck, svp… Translation: a grande vanilla frappuccino, please!

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