Babes apparent :S

So yesterday, us Canadian girls did not have class until 4 pm so Katelyn and I spent a very relaxing morning at home with a leisurely breakfast and then some G.G. episodes. It wasn't the nicest weather when we first woke up, but after the G.G. episodes, we walked to the windows and discovered that it was gorgeous weather and that the sun had at last returned to Perpignan.

In the spirit of European culture and in celebration of good weather in January we decided to walk to school for something to do. Map in hand, we were able to scope out the quickest route to school (thanks to the help of our host mom) and get to school in a record time of 25 minutes. In the past, it has taken Katelyn 50 minutes to walk to school. LOL!!! Anyways, on our way we place a square known as Place de Rigaud and there we were hooted at by these guys at the fruit store. Being our savy selves we just ignore them and continue walking...only to get a little farther down the route and have some guys approach us. However, thank goodness they were just needing directions and we were actually able to tell them the possible ways. But, then they started asking us where we were from and we were like Canada but we pass the FNAC going this way or this way etc to give them encouragement that yes we know what we are saying. There is the possiblity that they didn't need directions at all and just wanted to talk to us, but Katelyn and I decided it would be much more flattering to think they supposed us to be natives of Perpignan and seeked us out for a wise advice ;)

Now, on the way home we are again asked directions by a guy and again the thrill of being thought of as natives left us flabbergasted because we have a map in hand and clearly if one takes a glance at our shoes they would know that we are not European...we wear running shoes, which I think is a faux pas over here as no girls seem to wear them. I, however, refuse to give up the comfort of a good pair of runners when walking. But to continue, we are again hooted and hollered at by the same fruit guys going home and again we ignore them. Today, we didn't see them and that was good.

BUT, what I think is worse, as we were getting a ride home today from our host mom in the car, we past by these guys working construction and they tried to charm us by yelling through the windows as we slowly passed.

MY CONCLUSION...we are apparently babes OR these French guys at the fruit stand and the construction zone need to get some hobbies to focus their energies elsewhere...

MY COMMENTARY (A)...I am not quite sure how this is complimentary or charming and therefore, put to question the allure that French guys hold for so many girls...I will see what research and observation will behold ~ :)