My poor feet.

I must treat my feet really nicely over the next 24 hours - because they've been incredibly good to me today. After trekking (tramway-riding) for about 30 minutes to the Lyon 2 campus in the suburb of Bron, I found out that they've never had a Lyon 3 exchange student take cinema courses with them. It made me upset because, had I known that Lyon 2 had a film program, I would certainly have decided to do my exchange there. Anyhow, Lyon 3 people seem cooler somehow than Lyon 2. Lyon 2 has an air of superiority about it that I'm not too keen on. But their campus on the quais (banks) of the Rhône are, admittedly, more glamorous than the converted tobacco factory that houses Lyon 3.

Unfortunately for me, one ride on the TCL (Lyon's public transportation system) costs 1.60 euros. This was unfortunate because I only had .60 at the time. I was smack dab in the middle of nowheres-ville suburbia without tram fare nor any forseeable way of getting some. I decided to walk along the tram tracks until reaching some sort of commercial establishment, which turned out to be a Chinese buffet restaurant. After learning that there was, in fact, no cash register at said Chinese restaurant, I was directed to a large store just beyond it, which turned out to be the French version of Costco. And only after waiting in line for 30 minutes did I finally get enough change to get on the tram.

Tonight, the International Relations office at Lyon 3 organized a "soirée pub" for us in Vieux Lyon. There were no actual French people there - which, for me, defeated the purpose of going out - but at least drinks were free. Something to keep in mind for the future: European clubs don't start playing the good music until about 1am.

But after over 2 hours of dancing, my feet are definitely killing me, and they are well deserving of a rest.