X: Xenial: A Xenodochial but not Xenophobic Host in France

Before beginning this post, I will lay out a couple of définitions. 1After all, it’s best if we all start off on the same page, right?

2012: I was taken in by a xenodochial hôtesse (read all about how I ended up with her here).

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She wasn’t xenophobic, thankfully! Her rôle was to immerse us (my rommate and I) into French culture and that is Exactly what she did.

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With bread and fromage at every meal, accompagné with French conversation (at our level, bien-sûr),

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and Plus Belle La Vie as we finished up dîner, we began to accept and apprécie French culture thanks to this wonderful femme.

It is normal to have a période of mild xenophobia when abroad for the first time (after all, when there’s no good peanut-butter, no 24-hour shopping center, no friends nor famille…aka SEULE…life becomes a bit difficile), and sometimes all it takes is one amazing native to pull you out of this stage. Thankfully, that is exactement who we had! She helped ease us out of our Américain habits and replace them with French habits. A transition which helped make life in France habitable.

Also, it is thanks to her that I met mon chéri!

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When studying/working/living abroad, it’s helpful to have a xenodochial ‘insider’ – someone who is an ‘expert’ on the culture (a natif or someone who has been living there for several years) – to ease your transition from the culture where you came to the one you’re currently in. If you find yoursefl with a bout of xenophobia: Don’t fret! Xenophobia usually disappears with time – as you immerse yourself into the culture and make friends. It’s normal to have episodes where you crave food from home or you miss your famille too much or you’ve had enough rudeness for the day, but these feelings don’t last more than a day and they are NOT violent. If you find yourself in a situation where these feelings turn into depression or they turn you violent or you just can’t shake them, seek the advice of a professionnel or a close friend via Skype, for exemple, before they take over your entire outlook on life. ♦


This is part of a blogging challenge: Topics ranging from A-Z. You can follow my challenge by clicking on the links below:

A: Adulthood: The Age of Absolute Ambiguïté 

B: Bilingue: La Vie is Better Being Bilingual

C: Christianisme: Combing the Cliffs of Clarté.

D: Death: Dealing with the Décès of My Dad

E: Éducation: The Endeavor of Easing into French Écoles

F: Food: Fancy or Faulty in France?

G: Going: Going Going Gone!

H: Home: My Heart Has Two Harbors

I: Interests: Intelligent, Insightful, Incredible!

J: Joy: La Jalousie is Overcome by La Joie

K: Khimar: Kind and Kooky Knitted Clothing Traditions

L: Lesson Plans: Leading the “Little Ones” into Language through Laughable Leçons

M: Musique: The Many Musicians Making Love on the Streets of Aix

N: Naughty or Nice?: Not Only Noticing the Différences, But Also the Similarités Between France and the U.S.

O: Obéi: Only Open to Obeying the Rules of the Road in…

P: PACS: Passionate Partners Pledging L’amour

Q: Questions: A Queen’s Quest for Clarté

R: Raisons: Riding on the Pony of Real Reasons (to Take the A-Z Challenge)

S: Study Abroad: Smiles and Sadness Set the Scène

T: Travel: Time to Hit the Trail!

U: Under the Influence: An Ugly Upward Climb Until Reaching the Summit

V: Vulgarité: Venturing out into the Vast and Voluptuous World of Cultural Différences

W: Walking: The Wise and Watchful Médiéval Wanderer

X: Xenial: A Xenodochial but not Xenophobic Host in France

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