Monday, July 23, 2012
The past week
So this has been my last few days. Hiking, paddle boarding, cow spotting, crosses in the mountains and glorious views.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Wow.
Dear Homesickness, nerves, and loneliness,
I would really appreciate it if you would go away so I can enjoy France. I don't want to cry, but thanks for asking/not asking at all and barging in unwelcome. I heard that if you are kept busy, and have lots of things packed for the day, then it will keep you, your mind, and your heart busy, but the truth is, even if you have the busiest day of your life, but the world around you speaks a whole language you don't understand, you are going to have PLENTY of time to think about home, and idealize it, and think, I wish I was washing dishes right now, even though I hate it, at least it's at HOME.
So I had a pretty busy day, but it was surrounded by Marine and two of her best friends speaking very fast in French to each other, so I had a lot of time to just dwell on everything I miss, over analyze it, and think about ever since I got here, my nerves have been on their toes, and my stomach doesn't want anything to do with this French food nonsense, an I want my culture. I know that I am only saying this because I am tired and pretty lonely, but nonetheless, I still wish I had my mom and dad and brother and KP and Schaan and Peter and Pritten. Then France would be excellent. I'm sure this will pass, it comes in waves.
I would really appreciate it if you would go away so I can enjoy France. I don't want to cry, but thanks for asking/not asking at all and barging in unwelcome. I heard that if you are kept busy, and have lots of things packed for the day, then it will keep you, your mind, and your heart busy, but the truth is, even if you have the busiest day of your life, but the world around you speaks a whole language you don't understand, you are going to have PLENTY of time to think about home, and idealize it, and think, I wish I was washing dishes right now, even though I hate it, at least it's at HOME.
So I had a pretty busy day, but it was surrounded by Marine and two of her best friends speaking very fast in French to each other, so I had a lot of time to just dwell on everything I miss, over analyze it, and think about ever since I got here, my nerves have been on their toes, and my stomach doesn't want anything to do with this French food nonsense, an I want my culture. I know that I am only saying this because I am tired and pretty lonely, but nonetheless, I still wish I had my mom and dad and brother and KP and Schaan and Peter and Pritten. Then France would be excellent. I'm sure this will pass, it comes in waves.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
The second day.
On the second day, I had my first French chocolate mousse! Wow! Couldn't believe how perfect it was! Don't worry mom, I'll get the recipe!
I saw la Lourve this day as well. We didn't have enough time to go inside, seeing as it is half the size of Bend. But I got I see the big glass pyramid above ground, and under. This picture is of the underground pyramid. Down in the shopping center part.
KP, I saw this in a store window and immediately thought of you. So many hundreds of ballet shoes! There are a few more pictures in this post for you!
There was this unicorn/perfume shop window. I got a kick out of it. Looovvveee unicorns.
Then there was a little stubby, French Piccolo sitting all alone on a Paris street. Why?
The 6th picture is the ceiling of l'Opera. It is a very high end dance school in the center of Paris. Just beautiful.
As we walked around Paris more, we came across this Tokyo store, with crazy light up stairs. Ah, those Japanese.
The last pic was of a old ballerina costume. I thought it looked like something that belonged in the Moulin Rouge! But whatevs, you know? What do you think KP?
I saw la Lourve this day as well. We didn't have enough time to go inside, seeing as it is half the size of Bend. But I got I see the big glass pyramid above ground, and under. This picture is of the underground pyramid. Down in the shopping center part.
KP, I saw this in a store window and immediately thought of you. So many hundreds of ballet shoes! There are a few more pictures in this post for you!
There was this unicorn/perfume shop window. I got a kick out of it. Looovvveee unicorns.
Then there was a little stubby, French Piccolo sitting all alone on a Paris street. Why?
The 6th picture is the ceiling of l'Opera. It is a very high end dance school in the center of Paris. Just beautiful.
As we walked around Paris more, we came across this Tokyo store, with crazy light up stairs. Ah, those Japanese.
The last pic was of a old ballerina costume. I thought it looked like something that belonged in the Moulin Rouge! But whatevs, you know? What do you think KP?
The first day.
Here are some sights I saw on the first day -- the first is of me on a big Parisian tour boat. Sunglasses must be worn to hide how puffy my eyes are from lack of sleep.
The second is a real French fromagerie. What a smell! Certainly cleared my nostrils.
The third, for my mom, are hundreds of red peonies in every window sill of this Paris apartment building. Mom, you told me to look for them. I found them!
The last pic is if a Ferrari. While we were walking about Paris, we watched a movie being filmed, and this Ferrari here was one of the props. I've never been so close to such a great car! I miss my Subaru.
The second is a real French fromagerie. What a smell! Certainly cleared my nostrils.
The third, for my mom, are hundreds of red peonies in every window sill of this Paris apartment building. Mom, you told me to look for them. I found them!
The last pic is if a Ferrari. While we were walking about Paris, we watched a movie being filmed, and this Ferrari here was one of the props. I've never been so close to such a great car! I miss my Subaru.
Internet, finally.
Okay, I have so much to say, but this teeny iPod keyboard is just too small. Let me post some pics and tell you little bits about them.
This is my very first French meal, eaten at approximately 35,950 ft in the air.
This is my very first French meal, eaten at approximately 35,950 ft in the air.
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