its the little things in life

lyon is a city i will miss like crazy when i leave. one that i will always cherish and be able to think of as home.. even if i did only live here for nine months.
there are so many things i will remember about this place when i head back to the states, so many good memories.

so here is a list, though i am sure it could be even longer. sometimes its the little things that are the most important. and no, these aren't in any particular order.

francais and franglais.
boulangeries and patisseries.. and the fact that they are everywhere. how i am going to survive without consuming as many baguettes/flutes and pastries as i have this year, i do not know.
metros/trams/buses - tcl. seriously.
knowing places by public transportation stops rather than street names.
the ability to walk everywhere.
everybody always looking so put together.
my host parents.
the fact that even though i live a little far, i still have a bus two minutes away. a tram two minutes away. a metro twelve minutes away. a grocery store two minutes away. a post office two minutes away. a bank (ok at least the appropriate atm) two minutes away.
marchés.
fifty cent hot chocolates on campus.
parc de la tête d'or. parc de la tête d'or. parc de la tête d'or! and the animals there.
velo'vs.
prices as marked.
salsa dancing.
always having to figure out how to flush a toilet (seriously, every toilet is different!).
drinking cheap wine on the hotel de ville steps and on the quai.
having the cheap wine be called côte du rhône. especially when drinking along the rhône.
vieux lyon.
fête des lumières.
the juxtaposition of old apartment buildings on top of modern stores.
the ironwork on all the window sills.
Le Rhône et La Saône.
calling the man at one épicerie our "friend" because he'll open our bottle and sometimes give us plastic cups. we are very classy people :)
pretending i don't speak english/french to wierd people who come up to me.
speaking french.
bises.
patrick's scavenger hunt.
multiple course meals.
not getting carded everywhere/the drinking age being 18. then not needing a dd because no cars need to be involved to get home.
pinching myself wondering how this is my life.
never feeling lost because you can never go more than five minutes without finding a map.
eating too much nutella with kirstin.
the view from fourvière.
student prices.
showing people around.
my big bed.
monster munches.
jetting off to new places.
picnic lunches on the quai.
ditching boys during waka waka to dance with chloe.
salad and bread at almost every meal.
LU véritable petit beurre cookies.
barbarousse. mi barrio. dv1. even ayers rock.
experiencing my first real winter.. not that i need to experience it ever again.
christine and all of my eap peeps.
trying new food.
meeting new people.
snowball fights instead of going to class.
walking along the quai.