Missing the hexagon

It has been two months since I woke up from that sweet dream, those fascinating months in France. Everyone would say that it was a great opportunity to us, and yes, I saw it as the greatest treasure I got during the past three years in university. I miss everything there in the peaceful city—Rouen.

It rains a lot in Rouen. Although I could not quite get used to it, I felt calm and easeful living there, especially in Mont Saint Aignon. There were woods behind the building I lived, thus I could see chestnut trees over the first glim of the day through the white window of my small but sweet room, which is right the opposite door to the kitchen.

The most attactive thing was meeting different people from different countries at the same time, in the same place. I loved that amazing experience chatting with people from North American, African, European and Latin countries while tasting sausages in a barbecue party. I had neighbors who came from Poland, Portugal, Germany, Mexico and the United States on the same floor. We spent a lot of time talking in the hallway after dinner, and we shared our different life styles. I would never forget the Chinese dinner we cooked, the dancing party hold in the fourth floor, and the hot wine made by my German friends before Christmas.

We had various choices of the courses. The most interesting one I took was Cross-Culture Management. I got to know the dimensions of different cultures, and learnt the way to do business in another country from the rest of the class. I loved to take French course, as I like this language so much and it was always fun to try to express myself and catch the teacher. There were great professors in ESC-Rouen, they were talented, gentle and charming. I miss my first French professor, Olivia. She invited me to visit her at her home, and that was a warm and cute evening. I miss my last Oral Expression course when we were singing French Chrismas songs and enjoying the candies and chocolates together. And I miss every presentation I made within different groups made up of multinational members, they helped me a lot in all aspects.

Was it a real? I doubted sometimes, since it was somehow too good to be true. Anyway, it was already a part of my life, a part of my experiences. And I’m going to cherish it forever.