The Train to Limoges

Just a head's up, not all trains have wifi. 

Like this intercités train that I took, so no way to let M Clermont (the person picking me up and kind of the go-to person between American universities and the Université de Limoges) that I was on my way. 

I did kind of make friends with the girl sitting in front of me. When her mom went go to the restroom, she turned around and looked at me. She didn't know English, so I tried asking her in French where she was going and if she was going to Limoges. She wouldn't really answer except that she wasn't going to Limoges.

The second time the mom left, she handed me un biscuit. It was super yummy and filled with chocolate!

I think it was a good thing I missed my first train.

I finally got to Limoges! Another gentleman helped me get my stuff off the train, and then he got back on. I think he was some kind of helper, because I noticed some guys at the other door just hanging out like he was. Either way, I was grateful because I was having all sorts of trouble.

At Gare de Limoges-Bénédictins, the platform is downstairs, so you can take the stairs or an elevator (THANK GOODNESS) to get to the entrance. Inside was beautiful! Also, there was WIFI!

Inside Gare de Limoges-Bénédictins

 I quickly checked my email to see if M Clermont had contacted me, but there was nothing. This didn't really bother me since a friend of mine had a kind of similar experience when she studied in France, so I just emailed him and let him know I was in the city.

Thankful for this wifi and super hungry, I stopped at the small sandwich shop and got a "formule plaisir." It came with a bagette sandwich, pastry, and a drink. They had my favorite french cheese sandwich, which is a buttered baguette, lettuce, tomato, and CAMEMBERT!

Why is this the cheese for their cheese sandwiches? I don't know and I don't care. I fricken love it.

For the dessert, I grabbed an abricotine. Basically, an apricot pastry that is ridiculously good.

That is one of my favorite things about France; they have a healthy obsession with apricots that I deeply appreciate.

After an hour or so, I decided that it was time to figure out how to get to La Borie, ma residence universitaire.

I had the phone number for the university and looked at using a pay phone, but it was a little more complicated than I expected and I didn't have the proper form of money to use for it. I then looked at the bus station, but at that time I had no idea where to go for a ticket or anything. Taxi it is.

I think the taxi was probably the best choice because of my bags and I didn't have a clue where I was going. Also, his vehicle had a giant sunroof so you could see the awesome buildings as you rode around.

Finally we got to an area I recognized from Google Maps (yeah, you better believe I looked it up before I left!) and knew that we were in the right spot. He dropped me off, and as I was asking someone which building was La Borie, I noticed the Accueil sign and felt a little dumb. 

Taking a deep breath, I walked into La Borie.