This morning it snowed. Now, if possible, it is even more beautiful here!
There is something poetic about leaving a part of myself in Paris, is there not? Well not when it is actually, literally, a piece of me. When I was showering this morning I decided that it would be a good idea not to fully adapt to the Parisian ways and shave my legs. However, when I was doing this the lights decided to turn off because you have to wave your hands around to keep them on. This resulted in a chunk of my ankle washing "poetically" down the drain.
But on the upside I got a lightsaber spoon in my cereal.
I started Sorbonne today...A kid from China was lost and we tried to find the class together, neither speaking french or the others language. It was interesting. My class was interesting. I think she told us something. I'm not sure, it was all in a different language. Weird. I'm a little overwhelmed but giving it until Monday to feel anything. Mostly because my brain is to my Sorbonne classroom as my chunk of ankle is to the shower. It's gone down a drain filled with other people's hair. In other news I had to give my GIANT jar of Nutella to my friend and tell her not to give it to me until Saturday because I've already eaten half of it...in a day and half...I'm like a bottomless Nutella filled pit that can't be stopped by mere mortals. It's like Laura says about ice cream, there is always room because it just fills in the cracks in your stomach. I have this image of me, Brittney knocked out, shoveling my hidden chocolate, hazelnut, magical goo into my mouth. I am loving Paris. Just so you know. Yes you. No not you, that guy behind you reading over your shoulder. But seriously I can take the Metro, tell people in french that I have no idea what they're saying, eat french food at the local places that I know to be good, walk with people I know, and have no remorse when I knock a little old lady out of my way. Just kidding that hasn't happen. Yet.
But none of this matters. Because I won a cheese basket in a raffle.
Such wonderful and Maddy-like stories :) I'm glad you're having such a good time! LOVE pictures--it's nice to see where you are. And it's totally normal to be overwhelmed. Don't be afraid to laugh at yourself and you'll pick it right up!
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Em and John
Just for the record, Nutella does NOT have the required properties to melt in your stomach like ice cream does. It's too viscous. And hopefully, thinking the word "viscous" while eating Nutella will curb your overindulgence. You're welcome.
RépondreSupprimerKeep it up Maddy- you're friggin hysterical and your blog is a joy to read. I'm afraid that this might mean more incidents like shaving off parts of your body, but remember that famous and time-tested concept, "ANYTHING for the blog!" xoxoxoxox mama Laura