Happy Monday

Lowlight of the day:

I paid 3.50 euro for a Perrier at a café this afternoon.  And I wonder why I have no money.

Highlight of the day:

I was walking to my dorm after class to drop off my books before I met up with Martin & Barbara at the JFK metro stop to go downtown.  The route I often take cuts between two parking lots via a short pedestrian path.  It curves a little and as I started up the path, I heard a sort of metallic noise up ahead.  I was in a good mood, and when I looked up I saw an elderly man with a cane slowly walking in my direction.  I said hello to him and he responded with the same greeting and we went on our separate ways.

About 10 minutes later, I left my dorm and started walking towards JFK.  As I began to walk on the sidewalk through the parking lots, I heard the same metallic noise from the man’s cane that I had heard earlier; I looked up to see him coming towards me again.  He smiled and said what basically translates to “we meet again!”  He was so sweet, all I could do was smile.

xxo

I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane…

Actually, that is a little bit misleading– I’ve already left on my jet plane!

I’m currently sitting in a lovely little “auberge de jeunesse” & exhausted to the nth degree.  It took me many hours and several legs of my journey to get here…I wont say “it was worth it!” yet since I’m still friendless in a foreign country, although I will say that I adore the architecture of the region and that I like how it feels like a real city.  I say that because there aren’t touristy vendors anywhere and I feel like very few tourists come here.  Loves it!

Anyway, I was dying to blog (I do realize how nerdy that sounds) pretty much the entire last 24 hours but couldn’t.  There wasn’t any wireless and too much to have to do and pay attention to.

I’m sure I’ve already forgotten a bunch of interesting stuff due to over-stimulation, but here are some highlights/interesting aspects of my journey that I do remember:

1.  I made a friend!  Her name is Michelle and she is studying in Lyon, FR.  We met at the gate and talked for probably an hour and a half (if not two!) before we boarded the plane.  After we found our bags, went through customs and all that, we stuck together to get to the TGV train station.  This proved rather difficult for the first time, so I was glad I had a partner, but actually it was fairly easy in retrospect.  Just confusing.  The French freakin love their acronyms.  Just sayin.  If you try to get from CDG Airport to the CDG TGV Station, you will see what I mean.  Anyway meeting Michelle was definitely a highlight.  We exchanged info and all that so we can stay in touch :)

2.  Thank God I had an aisle seat, because I was in row 35 out of 41 (I wanted to upgrade with my frequent flier miles but however DU paid for it, prevented this from happening), but it was probably the smallest airplane seat I’ve ever been in and that includes those mini regional planes that totally suck.  Ok, that was a little bit exaggerated, but literally, my knees were flush against the seat in front of me.  Equally sucky, was the fact that I was sitting next to an incredibly chatty older Chinese woman.  She actually was very pleasant, but she talked a lot- she even told me how she was menopausal, TMI- and when I told her I was going to sleep she, like, wouldn’t let me && the worst part was that her freakin pillow was IN my seat.  She was basically leaning on me for the entire flight.  These things seriously always happen to me.  Whyyyyyy?

3.  I have discovered that the French people I have been in contact with are almost entirely pleasant.  I think the reason they are misunderstood is because they either stick to themselves and do not acknowledge your presence or they are super helpful.  There was only one person I’ve encountered so far who

wasn’t very nice, but he was far from mean.  And I’ve met many really friendly people.  I probably could have managed getting my luggage (two massive 50lb bags plus a big purse and backpack = awkward) into the train, but this man, a father of a nearby baby, started helping me.  I was completely appreciative.  Anyway, all I’m trying to say is that the French get a bad wrap.  Give them a chance.

4. I arrived at the hostel via taxi from the train station and after checking in, I went to my room, made my bed, took of my shoes and fell asleep.  I think I was out for three or four hours but it was blessed sleep.  I know that you aren’t supposed to nap when you travel internationally so your body will adjust to local time, but fuck that.  This was the equivalent of a sleep-emergency.  A sleemergency.

5.  My temporary hostel roommate (we’re in bunk beds, presh!) came in while I was sleeping and it was hella awkward because when I woke up we just didn’t talk.  Idk if she is French or European or where she is from but I hate functioning in a super mini space that I have to share with someone who doesn’t talk.  Hmm, maybe I’ll squeeze a word out of her yet.  I’ll keep you updated!

Update:  ok, I got her to talk!  She is from Scotland and is pretty nice.  I’ll let you know how this progresses lol

I’ve gotta go scrounge for some dinner, peace.

(sorry this post was so long!)

xxo

Awesome Blog Of The Week

As you all know by now, I started this blog to keep my friends and family up to date on my life when I’m in France.  However, it wouldn’t be up and running without the help of a super cool chick named Hermia.  I stumbled across her lovely little blog and naive as I was in regards to wordpress, I sent her an email for some advice (because it was obvious that she knew what she was doing).

I can easily say that her wonderfully supportive and helpful email is what propelled me into blogging.  Not that I’m any blogging genious now, but I want to give credit where credit is due.  So this is my little shout-out to a super fabulous chick named Hermia, but who I think of as a sweet little elf.

sweet dreams blogosphere.

xxo