My favorite things about Paris so far:
-Having my window open all day and night and letting the
breeze come in
-Safety in numbers: you can walk across the street as long
as there isn’t a car coming at that moment (despite the lit-up red man telling pedestrians
to not walk). If hesitant, just follow people who start walking. I learned that
on my first day here: Julie told me “In Paris, you always go when it’s red.” But
there is no fine for j-walking here!
-Fresh bread with butter. No explanation needed.
-Young guys will put on music in the metro and start dance
parties. Ice Ice Baby was on yesterday and I was laughing really hard.
-This bumper sticker: "I love nothing. I'm Parisien."
My not-as-favorite things about Paris so far:
-They put zucchini, carrots and cucumbers in everything.
-It is normal to undercook your beef so it’s “sanglant”—literally, “bloody”. Very
foreign to me.
- No public bathrooms ANYWHERE. I have to remember mommy’s
sound advice: before you leave the house, “just try.”
-I miss dogs and always want to go up and pet the ones I see
in the street. I particularly miss my best friend Molly.
-The metro can be pretty stuffy and germ-y.
-The weather is just as unpredictable as Texas: one day it’s
80 degrees and sunny, and the next day it’s 60 and rainy. And it gets pretty
humid here too.
- Fois gras. And
salmon paste. 2 words come to mind: Cat. Food.
I have been trying to start to look up ideas for what I
would want to possibly do after I graduate (10 months away, eek!) which is very
exciting, but also a bit scary, as I’m still not sure what I see myself doing.
Maybe
Public Relations, maybe journalism? Maybe moving to the Caribbean and sleeping
all day? It’s fun, however, to think of all the places in the world I could
possibly work, and to think of what a blessing it could be if I can get a job
doing something that I really enjoy.
I have been a bit homesick this week though, just missing
getting the rest that I get at home with my family. It’s different here, just
because I don’t really have my own space, except for my bedroom. Still finding
the balance of getting Jennifer-time, and pushing myself to take advantage of
being in Paris.
Most unfortunately, the taste of coffee is getting a bit old
to me—because of my 4 cups a day. I am tired here. Sometimes at work, I’ll look
at my desk and take a quick nap with my eyes open. Don’t ask me how it works.
It’s just magic.
Last night, I went to my friend Ed’s host family’s house
with Kaitlyn and some other girls, and we all celebrated the 4th of
July by making an “American dinner,” consisting of chili lime chicken, chips
and queso, lemonade, and a blueberry tart. It wasn’t the most typical American
meal ever, but hey. It worked! It was just fun to be in a different French
family’s home—I always enjoy seeing the differences between families.
Well. I probably have much more to write about, but I’m
having trouble thinking because I’m just on my 2nd cup of coffee!
But
for the road, I’ll leave you with this: People rollerblading through the metro
is just as annoying and puzzling as people rollerblading through A&M campus.
I’m pretty sure stairs are more difficult on skates.
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