Bonjour, mamma.

I'll take you back to Friday, July 11th at around noon. I am sitting in class, carefully listening to the prof talk about how to make canard and I keep thinking in my mind "if I don't go somewhere this weekend, i'll be regretful." My friend Katherine says "hey, my friend lives in Paris, let's go." ok let's go... even though I am going back to Paris in a couple weeks for a much longer stay, I decided to get on the next train to a city I had no idea at the time would change my life. i could go into every single detail of the trip, but, as dramatic as this may sound, it's very difficult for me to even recount my "made memories." i was lucky enough to stay with a friend of a friend in paris. there i hung out with some cool ass dudes. we jumped around town, talked, drank, laughed, shared stories, fears, past loves, etc. i am very much impressed with every single soul i was able to meet in this marvelous town. bu...

Oh where to begin. Usually I am decent with expressing myself. I have no words for France. I have no words for the way this place makes me feel. As I peddle through the breathtakingly beautiful parks on my way to class I ask God "how did I get to be in the place I am? Why did you bless me with such an opportunity?" I guess I will begin by saying that I am happy. Although my happiness may not be so evident on the exterior (I maintain a stoic face to blend in better), I assure you my loving friends that I am flourishing. FLOURISHING. The family I live with is a carbon copy of my real family. Comprised of 5 people. mom, dad, a boy and two girls. Mother is the chorus, the father the conductor. Each one of them special (although I haven't yet met the oldest as she lives in Peru with her Peruvian husband) and each one of them willing to help me with my pursuit of the French language. School is great, very intense. I am in my third week and each day I realize a new perspective ...