I'm here! I'm alive... barely. I think they put crack in my chocolate chip muffin this morning on the plane... which could have caused me to spill my yogurt all over myself. That was... messy.
I lucked out. I sat in the back row, and I had an aisle seat, and no one sat next to me. So I sprawled out across both seats and slept for over four hours. Then they made me eat breakfast. (See above.)
So surprise! Everyone speaks French here. What was I thinking? In my few short hours here, I've discovered I'm pretty good at understanding, but I can't actually respond. I sort of look at them stumped for about an hour, before I come up with the first word... but whatever.
I also enjoy how no one in my program knew what was going on when we got here. We didn't know if someone was meeting us or if we had to find our families on our own or what... so after we got our bags and went through customs, we just stood around for awhile going... hmm... what now? Do you know what we're supposed to do? No, it didn't say anything in my information. Me neither. Should we exit the airport? I think we should just stay here. Someone will find us, right?
And someone did. They told us to get on a bus. So we did. But we didn't know where we were going... Then they told us to get off. So we did. And we stood around for awhile... randomly in the middle of Paris. Again, no one telling us what was going on. Then suddenly, our families started to randomly show up. Good times!
My family has a car. I felt pretty special. I got to ride in a car! Whoa, dude! So the nice couple drove me back to their apartment in Boulogne-Billancourt, which is right outside of Paris. It's nice and sweet here. I can see children playing soccer... I mean, football... in the yard below me. I totally have my own balcony. Cha-ching!
Also, my host brother and sister are adopted. They're actually Korean. So they Korean-French? I dunno. I met Nicolas today, and I'll eventually meet Camille, but she doesn't live here.
For the record, I'd also like to point out that I have been here for about three hours, and I've already had eight different kinds of cheese.
This is going to be a wonderful semester.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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2 comments:
YAY! I'm glad you're there alive. Sweet your family has a car. And I love the cheese comment. SO stoked. I can't wait to join you over there! Have soooo much fun!
hooray!
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