The first week of the summer holidays is over and what a week it has been. Usually, the end of the summer term means that hours and hours of relaxation are to follow but, for me, not this year. Less than 24 hours after finishing for the year, three friends and I jumped on a coach to Lille, France for a week of language-advancing work experience. Yes, the prospect of working completely alone in an environment where not one person speaks the same language as you was fairly daunting and, yes, I had questioned over and over again why I had put myself up to it. Nevertheless, we got on that coach with optimism and were eager to start our journey to perfecting our Français. Despite the four-and-a-half hour delay that our trip was subjected to due to increasing pressure on channel services, a sing-a-long to Mamma Mia and Les Misèrables meant that we arrived at the hotel raring to get out into the evening air for some dinner. One hour we had to find a place to go and eat. One hour it took ...