C'est la Vie

So today was tres interesant. I woke up and headed out to meet my group at L'Opera de la Bastille this morning. I got lost. Of course I got lost. Because I took the metro for the first real time today...Why are there not signs to say that THE TRAIN YOU WANT IS THIS WAY? That's what I want to know. Anyway, I was only about five minutes late, which everyone knows is really on time in France.

We learned all about the bloody history of the Bastille, and how it doesn't exist anymore. Then we went to my first open-air marche (market). I loved it. They had DVDs for 2 euro, and rings for 1 euro, and LOTS of fresh food and stuff. I was hungry, so I bought un kilo des fraises (strawberries) and kiwi, since I found out that it is my new favorite fruit when my host mom gave it to me for the first time last night.

Then, we walked. EVEYWHERE. To the Marais district, whixh housed the house of Catherine de Medici, and the Louvre, and the Seine. I was highly upset by the time the tour finished, although we did see some good sights. Not that I'm complaining (much), but I have been TIRED sice we arrived on Thursday, and our director has not given us any time to rest. Everyday has been jam-packed with activities, and by today, Sunday, I was about ready to revolt--especially since I have NINE HOURS OF CLASSES tomorrow.

Okay, okay, off my soapbox of haterade.



After the tour, I left to meet my host mother in the 10th arrondissment for a art show opening. She had invited me over dinner the night before, and I had jumped at the invitation.

So while I'm sitting at Stalingrad stop, (Line 2) a good-looking parisian boy sits next to me, tells me I'm beautiful, and asks me on a date.

Okay, I know that half of you are like "DO IT", but seriously, guys, I have a perfectly good American boyfriend at home.

And besides, French men are notorious for being forward anyway.

I told him no, thanks. He asked for my number. I declined. He asked if I thought he was ugly, and I said no, he's fine, but that I had a boyfriend and so no. THEN he said, since I was in France, my boyfriend shouldn't be a problem, and I got mad and stopped being nice.

He got the hint after that.



Anyway, the art gallery was AWESOME. At the show, a Spanish singer had a concert...IOt was very intimate, and we were all sitting on the floor just enjoying the art and music, and I realized that this does not happen in America.

J'adore Paris.



After the art show, I came back to my neighborhood boulangerie and got a good ol' American hot dog. Except that it wasn't really American, because it had cheesy bread and stuff.

AND I went to my first French Supermarket!! I had decided the night beofre that I needed a good snack selection for my midnight cravings, and so....

The first thing I bought was Coke. A 6 pack. Yep.

And chocolate. Yum.

Then I came home, and met the daughter of my host mother, Jen. She's 13 and very talkative. But she knows almost no English, so we had a very fun conversation. :-)

She loves Twilight.

We all had dinner together, and now the house is winding down.

A demain!



--C.