The first few days were filled with tackling bus services, my birthday and eating a lot more baguette than I think my body liked.
That and a lot of chocolate and coffee drinking.
Each shift had the same amount of French speaking, English translation and general confusion as the first day but with more finding out that I spoke both English and French – I was suddenly a BNOC (Big Name On Campus). I explained where the loos were and why there wasn’t the possibility to stay in your seats in the gap between the morning and afternoon shows about 100 times one day.
Popularity in that form is the best…
During this time of huge popularity, I discovered that there were a lot of Swedish volunteers and one whom had worked with William Fox Pitt and was Tamarillo’s groom. She was my best friend, or I liked to think of my interviewing as ‘friends’.
The shifts followed the same suit, confusion about what to do and when to eat, then eating soggy french food and then enjoying some humour with the crowds who were all have THE best time… plus maybe seeing some super stars in the ring, like Charlotte Dujardin and Carl Hester; life was good.
My birthday was spent wandering around a parade, where representatives from lots of the countries participating in the Games, walked around behind a band and everyone cheered. It was particularly fun to see all the outfits that they wore and also the English looked fantastic with their noble black steeds… mmm
For my birthday supper… I had burnt steak… it was definitely up there with one of my better days in life… at least I wasn’t eating McDonalds and I had a raw carrot which resulted in my stomach LOVING me.
All in all, the days were very french and excellently fun.
The title to the post was the compliment I remember the best, from a rather enthusiastic British man coming into the stadium who overheard me speaking to a French person and then an English and decided it would be right to let me know that I speak good English. I told him I was English and he said… ‘well I’m glad one of us is nailing at life’.
He was ace.
Although my complimentary describing words are few and far between.. the WEG were rather eye opening and fun…
The rest of the shifts contained the same amount of excitement.
The atmosphere was brilliant, the organisation was terrible and the need for a bath and a baileys was becoming more persistent.
My feet hurt by the end and I was pining after my horse. Also, who likes cooking for themselves…
Home couldn’t have been more enticing and the idea of a soft, comfy bed and an aga in the kitchen made me go all gooey inside… like if someone would tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world – I imagine…
My genuine smile was still there, the novelty of speaking French was still there and my passion for people was most definitely still there but without having Mr William Fox Pitt on campus or even in the same country as me any more… something was missing!!!
I was gifted with a mug and a certificate and off I galloped to England.
Yours well bathed now..