First impressions read like this:
- I love being in France.
- My living situation/job situation on the other hand is a bit...difficult and delicate.
- How do parents DO it, anyway? I am so exhausted I nearly fall into bed at the end of the day.
- I now know the proper way to make a french vinaigrette for salad (which, coincidentally, if described in detail in this book)
- Cafe Richard coffee is as good as ever
- France still = stairs. Seriously. This doesn't even begin to describe
- Hard days are made better by discovering little places like a used book store that doubles as a salon de the.
- It is Europe, after all, so of course the cathedral which so enthralled Monet (he painted it 30 times in a span of 2 years) is covered in scaffolding until next July.
- I can honestly say that I am excited for class to start, so I can begin to meet more people.
- I miss HUGS.
- Living in the middle of the city is FANTASTIC. Except for the meal prices.
- After a while, I find myself agreeing to things I don't understand. I am not quite focusing my attention, and people will look at me with a pleasant expression and ask me a question. And I will reply in the affirmative. Thinking back over these interactions makes me laugh :) This brain-work of translation does take a physical toll, even if a small one (and I am happy to say, it is a smaller toll than last time I was here).
This week has been about a lot of hard work, awkward conversations/stern talkings-to, crying children, flights upon flights of stairs, and lovely walks about town. Honestly it has been more difficulty than joyousness, but hopefully we will remedy in the weeks to come.
2 comments:
Natalie, do you remember my story about the German couple on the plane to Spain? I totally had the same experience of being tired and replying or nodding to what someone was saying...oops.
Also, weird question, is your jaw sore from the different words? I know that's odd, but the few times I've had to rely on my Spanish, I have felt like I chewed gum all day...
Your home looks so beautiful. Keep up the good work, and then you can write a tell all novel when you leave :)
haha. My mom was saying how I should write everything down so I can produce some sort of nanny diary.
And no my jaw hasn't really been that sore. I think that maybe french is actually nicer on the jaw? Who knows! But my brain does get tired ;)
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