Day two in Paris and I’m jetlagged and confused. Since I took Spanish in high school/ college, French is (literally) a foreign language to me. When buying breakfast this morning I felt very incompetent and the hostess was probably laughing at me while I struggled. I now know that the phrase I need to learn is “parlez-vous anglais”, I’ll write it down on a chalkboard 1,000 times if I have to. I think this trip is going to be a great experience for me. When I came to Paris a few years ago I wasn’t as big as a geek as I am now. I feel like I’ll be able to appreciate the architecture and the history more than before.
Things I’ve learned in these past few days: I packed way WAY too many shirts, some (not all) Parisians think us Americans eat ketchup on a regular basis (and like to throw it in our faces), and that our hall mates like to sing “Barbie Girl” at 1:00am.
Goals for the month: eat as many cheese platters I can get my hands on, take a million and one pictures, and become a sponge (so I can learn everything I possibly can).