French Exchange
I went on a french exchange trip with school when I was about 13. For the most part it was brilliant with muchos flirting with the boys culminating in a mass waterfight in a french theme park.

However, my exchange was let down by the rubbish exchange partner i'd picked. Laetitia was 13 going on 6. On the first night following a day trouping round parisian museums I got back to Laetita's flat at about 6.30, to find her already in her pyjama's dancing round her bedroom to Cotton Eye Joe, complete with thigh slapping, foot stamping and yeehaa's.

At the weekend we went to Laetitia's house in the country, which she told me had a swimming pool, alas no, when we got there it had a hole in the ground which the french dad and his french friends were in the process of building. The only time we left the house all weekend was when we got taken on a trip to the local fishfarm, let me tell you once you've seen one rectangular pool full of fish, you've seen them all - there is no need for a three hour long trip.

To add insult to injury everyone else from my class had been to the local waterpark that weekend and had spent a day riding slides, playing in the waves and splashing each other.... I think i may have actually cried.
(Melonetta, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 15:15, Reply)