Yesterday I learned that the French have a national snack-time
at about 4:00 in the afternoon to help tide them over until dinner, which is
usually about 8:00. I feel cheated. I wish I had known about this beforehand, this
is the kind of thing I like to participate in.
Today I booked my train tickets for the first part of my winter
break at the end of February and beginning of March. I’ll be heading to Paris for a week and after
that to London. If I can, I will try to
get over to Ireland, but I would have to work out transportation and those
sorts of details. I am starting to get
pretty excited for the trip.
I also finally received word about my internship. It looks like I will be working at a local
radio station, FM+. There are a wide variety
of duties that I could potentially performing, so I will update you all with
more details about that later.
Yesterday, after class I was wandering along the Esplanade,
though a park, towards the Place de la Comédie when I encountered two of my
friends from another American program.
As we stopped and talked for quite a while, we agreed on an important
realization: just about any everyday activity can be transformed from mundane
to satisfactory simply by the grace of being able to add the words “…in France.” For example, yesterday after we finished our conversation,
I went to the store to buy shampoo… in France.”
Or, “I had a coffee at a small outdoor café in France.” It really makes me grateful that I’ve been
able to have such a great opportunity to live in another culture, especially
one as rich as this one.
So my courses are going well and I look forward to starting
my internship… in France.
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