When you learn that you’re going abroad for two months, it’s pretty much like taking the plunge, but strangely I wasn’t afraid of leaving my family, my boyfriend and my friends. Though it’s the first time I have done an internship, and I had some questions in mind, added to the last advice given by my teachers.
Indeed, in my first year of HND, teachers keep telling you that the year is going fast and that we don’t have much time to find an internship, a host family or accommodation. And for once they were right ! For my classmates and me, this “stage” in French or “periodo de practicas” in Spanish, must be done abroad, that’s why I ended up in this admired and respected country: England.
Even if I wasn’t afraid, my parents and grandparents were and they came with me by car and boat. Something I can’t explain: my grandfather has only been beeped twice in the week-end, even if we had to drive on the left side of the road!
My main fear: The rain! Reassure yourself it’s just a stereotype because for the moment the weather is good, there is tanning on the beach. Though it’s not something everybody has the chance to have since two of my classmates are in a little village called St Helen and it never stops raining, they are a bit jealous of our pictures on the beach with sunbeams.
Have an experience in another country, to discover a new culture, new ways of working, meet new people. I was surprised to see how multi-cultural the city is, and that the English like French.
I noticed that in my host family: Each evening they tell me “bon appétit” with a lovely accent. Talking about accent, mine sounds so French that as soon as I meet someone or that I buy something in a shop, people tell me: “Merci beaucoup” in French.
Everything is new for me here: The food, the streets, the bus, the plugs, the work, but in my opinion the biggest difference is that here people are much nicer and likeable than in France. I wouldn’t say that the French are unpleasant or antisocial people, but English are more smiling and kind.
If I had to talk to you about the pubs, I would say that here people don’t count the number of beers they drink. Moreover, you can’t stay in a pub after 9pm if you’re under 18.
I already had so much misfortune here; my name is “Charlot” (Charlie Chaplin) so it’s not a coincidence. The worst thing I did for the moment was in McDonald’s with my friend, as I wanted potatoes, I asked the cashier: “You are a potato?” The girl was so embarrassed, that she stood there gaping for several seconds. Talking about Fast-Food, in the city centre you have KFC, Subway or Burger King at every street corner. I’m not sure that my boyfriend would be ok with all I eat here. So maybe I should start eating fruit cereals, jelly, jam toast or eggs with bacon for breakfast!