Where it all begun
This story starts when I was admitted to a French University in Southern Brittany to pursue my studies on the tourism field. I must say that getting all the administrative stuff as well as the lodging issue solved before my arrival in the land of Asterix was far from being an easy task... But I reckon I was pretty well organized and by means of contacting several students by means of Internet, people living in the "city" I was going to live in, common workers, etc. who gave me an idea of almost all the pros and cons I would be dealing with.
Among these people there were of course some idiots who did anything but helping you , I daresay they tried doing exactly the contrary, but of course there were also a couple of good-willing open-minded guys who were able to give you the right info and whom I'd like to thank (one for sending me a list of appartments free for rental, and the second one for helping me by calling some people so that I could rent an appartment). I never met these two people out of this "virtual world" but I'd like to thank Patrice and Leonard for giving me a hand when I felt helpless! So better late than never: Thanks a lot!
Concerning the University, inspite of the fact that it was a French Private institution, they could not care less about foreign students ! and thus I got no help from them, not even a list of appartments sent by mail... (this was not much to ask, was it? 
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Dealing with adminsitrations in France could be quite an ordeal for a foreign student, and I had to be absent from school several times at the beginning in order to do so but well, I'm still here, I survived let's say !
Vannes is a small city in southern Brittany, approximately 40 000 inhabitants, all of them considering themselves not as French but as "Bretons" even if 99,9 % dont even speak a word of Breton's gaelic... Busses pass every 40 or 50 minutes depending on the day (sometimes I had to wait one and a half hour if I had missed the previous bus in order to go to school! School was in fact in another "city" (since it was village rather than a city) called Arradon) which meant a 40 or 50 minutes trip every day, every rainy windy day all through the school year, except for Summertime when the weather gets a bit "milder" but still cloudy, rainy and....depressing...
Life was tough for me in small Vannes, specially because I had lived all my life in a city of 15 million people where busses pass every five minutes as well as subways and trains, where people called themselves citizens and were not focused on their origin, since Buenos Aires is a real "melting pot" where everybody is from everywhere... Whether we were from either English, Spanish, Chinese, Italian, French, German, Russian or Slovenian origina, we were all Argentinians and a foreigner would soon feel himself at home...
As the Bretons in general, they seemed quite hostile to foreigners at the begining... as well as at the end. An example of this, inspite of the fact that I perfeclty managed in French, from the very moment they noticed my "foreing accent", their attitude suddenly changed (distant, cold, even rude sometimes...) . I consider it important to say that in Vannes, as well as in other small cities in Brittany in general, we hardly find foreigners, let alone foreign students... I must say sometimes I felt I was considered as some sort of an "E.T."