As is bound to happen on any long trip, there comes those moments of doubt. Should I be doing this? Should I go home? Why am I here? Some of those moments came to me this week what with starting classes, getting the stomach flu, encountering language barriers and just flat out needing my mommy. You don't realize how different a country is until you get sick. Really.
However, having gotten nearly 20 hours of sleep in 24 hours, I awoke this morning feeling rested and nearly back to normal. I spent a day in classes, which were very engaging, and spent the day exploring on my own. While the little quirks of this city and its culture can be frustrating, they are also what gives it its charm. So with a new (and bonne santé) perspective, I press on excited to fall more in love with the city of lights. And instead of calling February 2nd groundhog day, the French know it as National Crêpe Day...what's better than that?
à bientôt!
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