Two week review

To keep track of all that I have seen and done, I have been keeping a travel journal. This has helped me as I download and edit all my photos on my laptop, trying to remember the stories and experiences that correspond with each picture. It is a difficult and time-consuming task, as I have 531 photos from the 14 days I have been here.

So, what have I been up to? Let me review.

Monday, September 16, orientation began but who can focus when this is your view out the window?

Tuesday, September 17, I moved into my host family's home.

Wednesday, September 18, Sadie and I explored the Luxembourg Gardens in the rain. Sadie goes to the same college as I do in the states, but somehow even with a student body of 1400, we did not know each other prior to arriving in Paris.

Thursday, September 19, I climbed the steps of the Eiffel Tower.

Friday, September 20, we crossed Pont des Arts to visit the Louvre.

Saturday, September 21, I finally got to sleep in a little.

Sunday, September 22, I went to the neighborhood market to do some grocery shopping with my host mom.

Monday, September 23, was the first day of classes, which are each three hours long.

Tuesday, September 24, I explored the Sacre Coeur area after class, and I ate crepes for two out of three meals, seeing absolutely no problem with that.

Wednesday, September 25, I unsuccessfully tried to explain to the cats that I do not want to share my bed with them.

Thursday, September 26, class required a lot of effort to keep from daydreaming about the upcoming weekend trip to southern France.

Friday, September 27, our study abroad program traveled to Collioure, France, marking my first trip by train and my first glimpse of the Mediterranean Sea.

Saturday, September 28, we visited the city of Perpignan before returning to Collioure for a fresh seafood dinner along the beach. My main course was a buckwheat crepe topped with penne noodles and covered in an assortment of seafood. I also tried a hermit crab that came with my friend's dinner, and I would not recommend it. The actual crab does not taste like much, but the texture makes it unappetizing.

Sunday, September 29, we crossed over into Spain to tour the city of Cadaques before returning to Paris.

Monday, September 30, it was back to reality with class first thing in the morning.

World traveler

I will use Instagram's "Throwback Thursday" to justify creating this post out of order.

Sunday, September 15th, before going to the airport in Kansas City, we stopped at a family favorite for some barbecue. I had eaten Tex-Mex multiple times that last week, and at Fiorella's Jack Stack Barbecue I was able to get another of my favorite types of food before leaving America for three and a half months.

This is a more condensed version of the day than that of my mom, but after eating we headed to the airport in Kansas City, where I printed my boarding passes, checked my bag, and paid the overweight fee. After finally making it through security, I flew out of KCI to stop in Chicago before flying to CDG in Paris.

On my flight to Chicago from Kansas City, I sat a couple rows in front of former Kansas State point guard Angel Rodriguez.

Arriving in France, I passed through customs without any problems. A simple stamp in my passport and a "Bon voyage" from security were all it took. I then pulled some euros out of an ATM there in the airport, and I made my first French purchase: toothpaste.

Moving in

Today marks day two in Paris. We were all delivered to our housing this morning, and I am getting moved into my host family's house. It is right outside of Paris, in Malakoff.

Since it is outside of the actual city limits of Paris, it is a house rather than an apartment. There is a gate and garden in front of the house, with a sculpture studio attached to the back. I live with my host mother and her daughter, who each live on the second floor. The first floor has the kitchen and a seating area, and the third floor is a finished attic where my room is located.

Luckily, the daughter's boyfriend was there to help carry my luggage up to my room because the stairs up to the third floor are a little difficult to navigate.

My room was where my host mother's son lived when he still lived at home.

It still doesn't feel like I am actually in France, but maybe waking up tomorrow morning and seeing the view from my window will change that.

A Work in Progress

Packing in under fifty pounds is hard, and I hate it. I spend a lot of time thinking about all the things I know I cannot take with me, one of those being my bunny. 

I'll try again tomorrow, hopefully with better luck.