'Tis the season...

of strikes.  I was reading one American writing about living in France who noted that every year the French strike about the same things.  Usually the most annoying ones are the transportation ones, but I have yet to witness a garbage strikes.  This year the plane strikes have been worse than the train ones. I am hoping that this is all resolved before my holiday travels . My poor roommate Bérèngere's teachers and the people who give her internships are all on strike.  This is her last year of speech therapy school, and she doesn't know if she will be able to graduate.  

Tis also the beginning of holiday season.  The Christmas markets open this week, and like Metz, Nancy is covered in lights and decorations.  It seems strange to me that the energy-conscious French would waste so much electricity, but then I remember that cities close to Germany like Nancy, Metz, and Strasbourg do a good tourism business this time of year with the Xmas markets and festive atmosphere.

Friday I am having a Thanksgiving meal for my friends like last year.  Making sweet potato casserole.  Last year Carlos mashed all of the potatoes. This year I will have to do it myself.  Pooh.

The good news is that things are winding down at work, although I am having to make up some exams which isn't easy.  Still, I should have more time to relax which is pretty needed.

Snow  is predicted this weekend. Ugh.