Hi all!
Thought I'd take some time out of my busy schedule to let you know what's going on in my life (What I should be doing: an essay outline of the first scene of Moliere's Le Misanthrope. What I am actually doing: reading The Cider House Rules (after having finished the 6th Harry Potter in French), cleaning my desk, meeting friends for sushi, discovering the genius thing on itunes, walking around Paris in the cold to do all the touristy things I never got around to, etc-the list goes on).
As you may have guessed, it's crunch time in Paris. I finally have assignments due that are actually going to be graded, and of course they hit in the last three weeks of the semester. It is insane to me that three weeks from today I'll be on a plane headed home. It's a bittersweet thought--I really miss everybody at home and I feel disconnected from everything going on there, but at the same time I am finally comfortable here and don't want to leave. I've decided the solution is for you all to up and move to Paris. Take a week, get your affairs in order, and head on over. I'll even meet you at the airport (a very generous offer, considering transport to/from there is 8.5 euros one way--highway robbery). Thanks.
I had intended to take another trip, but a look at my planner and bank account has convinced me that living it up and enjoying my last few weeks in Paris is the better option. I may take a day trip or two, but those are TBA.
Notable events since my last post: I had escargot! (I know you hear it all the time, but it really did just taste like the garlic sauce, with the chewy texture of calamari or mussels). So perhaps it didn't really merit the exclamation point, but those of you who knew me as a picky child unwilling to try anything will appreciate it.
I saw some lady rolling a cigarette in the metro. I used to think the French smoking stereotype was crazy, but I have since realized that while not always super obvious (especially since the smoking ban in restaurants) and exaggerated, it's definitely there.
I went to a French soccer game (France v Uruguay). We expected a little more excitement, but with a final score of 0-0, there wasn't much to fight about.
Harris and I made Thanksgiving dinner for our host families. It was a grand success, although the day in the kitchen was exhausting. They seemed to really like everything, although I don't think they really understood the American tradition of stuffing yourself silly :)
I don't know whether it's because I'm becoming used to all the little differences, stopped pointing them out to myself, or whether they weren't that large in the first place, but at this point I'm not coming up with many big cultural differences to report.
Final news, I sent in my deposit for the program in Argentina next semester, so that's definite. I have a month at home, a week in DC, and then off for my next big adventure (ooh another procrastination technique: planning a semester in South America...)
ps I added new pictures to a previous album: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2122365&l=82d97&id=7412579
2 comments:
I went to that soccer game too! It was too bad that no one scored, but I had fun.
I'm glad you tried escargot, I had some for Thanksgiving and I really like it. : )
There's a place to get good escargot behind WCL. I had it once. It was good.
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