I am officially a parisienne! I left Portland early Saturday morning, flying to Paris with a layover in Toronto. My seatmate was very nice but didn’t speak any French and barely understood English, so we bonded over the movie selection (A-Team, anybody?). I arrived at Charles de Gaulle mid-morning on Sunday. On a side-note, I swear that I saw Javier Bardem by the baggage claim. Even if it wasn’t him, I’m going to pretend that it was.
My host mother, Michèle, was waiting for me outside the terminal. She is amazingly friendly and is fluent in English (which I try to only take advantage of when I absolutely don’t understand). When I got to the apartment, I met her youngest daughter and we all had lunch together.
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After unpacking for a bit, Michèle and I took the Metro to the CUPA building (where I have orientation) so that I would know how to do it on my own the next day. Then we walked back through the Jardin du Luxembourg, where Michèle pointed out the old men playing pétanque on the lawn, the playground where she took her children when they were small, and the place where she used to go on pony rides when she was a young child and her grandmother would take her to the park.
Orientation today was once again filled with tons of information about practical things like banking, traveling, and host family relations. Tomorrow, we start the actual classes (in French methodology, writing, and grammar).
A bientôt, tout le monde!
Love all the generations at the same park :)
ReplyDeleteYour bedroom is quite colorful! And as for Javier, well I am sure it was him.
But where are les chats? I met a very insistent chat while dining on tuna near Lyons.
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