On Wednesday it was Halloween, and we actually celebrated it! It's not sper well known here and not everyone participates, but I did get dressed up as a vampire and went out with my host brothers to knock on some doors! People here say "des bonbons ou un sort!" instead of "trick or treat!" it was really fun though.
The day after, we went to Paris! The very first day, I dished out forty euros for... A portrait! I have honestly wanted to get my portrait done for such a long time and I got mine done in Paris! I was absolutely terrified because I heard people say "that's horrible" and "that looks awful" and though I couldn't tell which portrait they were talking about I was sure it was mine! Then a little boy came up and pointed at mine and said "that ones really well done!" which made me feel better. But at the end I was still so afraid to look at it and it's beautiful! I can recognize myself in it but it looks so good! It's something I'll keep for a lifetime and I'm so glad I did it.
We obviously did a bit of shopping in Paris also, and I was good and only bought a pair of shorts. However, on Friday night, we went all out for dinner. We went to this awesome pirate restaurant! The food was super good, but the real reason to go there is for the show! There was this main pirate (who I got a picture with!) and he went around at the start and made flames shoot up out of his hand to scare people at the tables. Then he did this magic trick where he took suggestions from the audience about where we were, what year it was, where our ship was sailing, etc, and then made the exact same thing appear in a treasure chest that was tied up really high. He had a sword fight with another pirate, but the most memorable thing was his magic. He did this whole magic show and it was just amazing! He made four birds appear out of freaking nowhere, did some tricks with flames, lit a book on fire, and made a chest float. It was so cool! I'm so glad my host
parents took me. We're home now and it's the lat day of their vacation, but the boys and I still have another week before school starts back up. Well that's my news for now! A bientôt!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
I'm a Sucky Blogger
Ok, I know I haven't posted anything in a month. And I honestly have no excuse. Get over it.
I've had a lot of things happen in this past month! I finally changed families for starters, and I am SO MUCH HAPPIER! I feel much more at home with this family and everything is just better. I have two little brothers, Clement and Theo. I now live in Isques, though I still go to the same high school. School is super fun actually--it's great that I can just burst out laughing when I get 2.5/20 in history because my grades aren't being recorded. I help my host brothers with their homework a lot, though strangely more often in Spanish than English. It's really sad how stressed out kids here are about school. Clement always has a ton of homework to do every night and people at school are always freaking out about grades. It's actually a little strange, because we do the same material but in the US everyone is expected to know more answers than here. For example, on a math test that was no harder than a math test I would have at Summit, people got really excited about having 17/20. So, ultimately people work harder here, but people are expected to do better in the US.
I've purchased an ungodly amount of things here. I currently own a new pair of boots, bracelet, scarf, and bag from the last five days. But seeing as I've saved up all of my money to spend it this year, spend it I will. It looks like I'll be going to London in January with my English class to see Billy Elliot (so excited!!).
We had our Rotary weekend recently which was such a crazy time! We went to Mont Saint Michel which was super pretty and then we walked around barefoot in the mud and thigh high water for four hours. If you know me at all, you'll know that I was not a happy camper then. We saw a bunch of other districts too and my blazer is slowly filling up with pins!
I got a care package from my parents! Inside there was my calculator (little tip for exchange students who enjoy math: bring your calculator! It may be the only subject you understand and calculators in French [or any language I imagine] are confusing.), some stuff from bath and body works, the camera, candy corn, milky ways (I frackin love milky ways. I can't even deal with how much I love them), count chocula, my rings, and some Burt's bees. SO HAPPY.
I can now watch The Vampire Diaries on my iPad! Everyone talks about it here but I hate how everything is voiced over so I prefer watching things in their original language.
I went to the house of some family friends this weekend which was super fun! Everyone was always doing something and it was just really awesome.
My swimming teacher tells me that I swim too fast. He's annoying. Seriously, isn't the point of swimming to become faster?
Either someone called me super pretty today or insulted me. My friends said that the word meant really pretty, but I wouldn't put it past them to lie to me about it. I'm talking about you, Hector.
Wintergreen tic tacs taste like medicine to French people. If you give them one, they'll spit it out in less than twenty seconds. It's hilarious.
Our class photo was today. I forgot.
Well, as you can tell, I'm out of things to say. I'll do my best to post soon, but that probably won't happen. Bye for now!
I've had a lot of things happen in this past month! I finally changed families for starters, and I am SO MUCH HAPPIER! I feel much more at home with this family and everything is just better. I have two little brothers, Clement and Theo. I now live in Isques, though I still go to the same high school. School is super fun actually--it's great that I can just burst out laughing when I get 2.5/20 in history because my grades aren't being recorded. I help my host brothers with their homework a lot, though strangely more often in Spanish than English. It's really sad how stressed out kids here are about school. Clement always has a ton of homework to do every night and people at school are always freaking out about grades. It's actually a little strange, because we do the same material but in the US everyone is expected to know more answers than here. For example, on a math test that was no harder than a math test I would have at Summit, people got really excited about having 17/20. So, ultimately people work harder here, but people are expected to do better in the US.
I've purchased an ungodly amount of things here. I currently own a new pair of boots, bracelet, scarf, and bag from the last five days. But seeing as I've saved up all of my money to spend it this year, spend it I will. It looks like I'll be going to London in January with my English class to see Billy Elliot (so excited!!).
We had our Rotary weekend recently which was such a crazy time! We went to Mont Saint Michel which was super pretty and then we walked around barefoot in the mud and thigh high water for four hours. If you know me at all, you'll know that I was not a happy camper then. We saw a bunch of other districts too and my blazer is slowly filling up with pins!
I got a care package from my parents! Inside there was my calculator (little tip for exchange students who enjoy math: bring your calculator! It may be the only subject you understand and calculators in French [or any language I imagine] are confusing.), some stuff from bath and body works, the camera, candy corn, milky ways (I frackin love milky ways. I can't even deal with how much I love them), count chocula, my rings, and some Burt's bees. SO HAPPY.
I can now watch The Vampire Diaries on my iPad! Everyone talks about it here but I hate how everything is voiced over so I prefer watching things in their original language.
I went to the house of some family friends this weekend which was super fun! Everyone was always doing something and it was just really awesome.
My swimming teacher tells me that I swim too fast. He's annoying. Seriously, isn't the point of swimming to become faster?
Either someone called me super pretty today or insulted me. My friends said that the word meant really pretty, but I wouldn't put it past them to lie to me about it. I'm talking about you, Hector.
Wintergreen tic tacs taste like medicine to French people. If you give them one, they'll spit it out in less than twenty seconds. It's hilarious.
Our class photo was today. I forgot.
Well, as you can tell, I'm out of things to say. I'll do my best to post soon, but that probably won't happen. Bye for now!
Friday, September 14, 2012
The First Two Weeks
Since I'm a huge failure and didn't post anything for two weeks, be prepared for a long one. Sorry!
I'm not going to lie here--this has been really really hard. It's also been very frustrating for me. But I should probably start at the beginning and this is how that goes.
I took a flight to Amsterdam, then Paris. It's was in total around ten hours of flight. I flew with some other exchange students from Portland, and then there was a pretty large group in Amsterdam. I'm mostly just glad we didn't get lost! When I arrived, my host parents were waiting for me with a big sign with my name on it. I spoke a bit with them, but it was the equivalent of four in the morning so I was pretty tired. We ate lunch then went to the house. They had a super cute room ready for me which I love, and I think I slept thirteen hours the first night before waking up at six and not knowing what to do. My host parents, Sylvie and Eric, are really nice and do their best to make me happy. I have yet to cry about leaving home, though I will admit that I miss feeling like I'm at home. I'm hoping that one of my families makes me feel at home again. After the initial glamour wore off, I realized that, though my host parents are really nice and try really hard, we're just flat out not a good match. The hard part is that it's not that I'm horrible and it's not that they're horrible, it's that it just doesn't feel right to live with them. I think I'll be switching families soon because of that. It's a normal thing to have happen, but it doesn't make me feel any better when we all tried to make it work out.
Well, enough of my family situation. I started school about a week ago and I can't say that I love it because it's school, but I definitely don't dread it in the mornings. I was kind of adopted by my friend Margaux, who helps me out like you wouldn't believe. She has the same classes as me and she tolerates me following her around all the time because I can't find them myself. My school has six stories and you have to hike up the stairs all the time. The food at the cantine is actually really good, and I have many people to help me out when I do things like accidentally skip my Spanish class. Speaking of Spanish, the fact that I took five French classes and a Spanish class is really impressive in the US, but here I'm with the 14 year olds in Spanish :( oh well. I totally dominated when they were learning numbers so I guess that's okay. English class is really fun because my friend Hector (he's English) and I always have people asking us for answers or to be in their group. History will probably kill me before three months are up, French is fun if hard to understand, PE is much more interesting (I'm currently in a class that rotates gymnastics, swimming, step [you know where you step up and down on the block over and over], and badminton), and math is super easy.
There's a girl here from Canada who pretty much rocks, and we try to see each other often. We're hanging out on Wednesday, and then I'm staying the night for the weekend. It's really nice to have someone to speak English to when you're surrounded by French all the time.
My host mom makes such good food at dinner, and she made fondue the other night. Then they told me that if your bread falls into the fondue pot, you have to do something (often stupid) of the other diners choice. Sylvies bread fell in once, but we decided to be nice and let it slide. I've also been told that I need to like wine. It's not working out very well. At least I like cheese and bread!
Anyone who talked to me before I left knows that I have saved up a whole lot of money (nearly a years worth of work) for this year, and it's amazing how quickly I'm using it up. I've already been to H&M and Pimkie twice (my two absolute favorite stores plus they're a store away from each other here!) and I still want to go buy a watch (there aren't any clocks in the school) and get a haircut and buy more clothing and stuff like that. My funds are really going to be gone by the time I come home!
I obviously have an American accent when I speak French, but I'm really quite tired of people hearing it and immediately switching to English. Im also really tired of people thinking I don't understand anything. Seriously people, I studied French for five years before coming here. I can freaking understand you.
I've finally gotten used to the bisous, though I still really suck at knowing when to do them. It's a pretty touchy and confusing thing. I have three people that I know I'm supposed to give bisous every time I see them, but aside from that it's iffy. But the people in my class tolerate me. Oh, and that reminds me, I'm older than everyone in my class here! I was always the youngest at Summit, and I love being the oldest for once. Some people probably won't understand why I care at all, but it's a big freakin' deal for me.
I think I'll end with a list of the things I miss from the US: my pets, bellatazza, knowing how to express myself, feeling at home, never being uncomfortable, wearing sweatpants to school, not being interrogated by everyone once they learn I'm American, the lack of smoking, bath and body works (I'm absolutely not kidding I'm freaking dying here. My mom is sending me bath and body works crap because I can't live without it), driving, walking a reasonable distance away from people, not being terrified every time we get in the car, not having to close my eyes when we park because I'm so freaked out that well hit something, doing my own laundry (and doing my laundry in two hours), not bottled water, always knowing my sizes, lockers, making my own hot chocolate, not having people laugh at me because I don't like cherry tomatoes or bananas (seriously, it's like an inside joke or something. I don't know why it's so funny), hugs, being shallow (my friends know I'm shallow, but I just get this vibe that talking about shallow things [ie cute boys] is sort of just not something you do. This is why Hillary [my Canadian friend] is so awesome), not having people constantly worry about me, always knowing where I stand in other peoples opinions, and having constant confidence.
Well, I hope you didnt get too bored reading this, and here's to hoping I actually remember to post within a reasonable time frame.
Bisous, Gillian
As a side note, I'll be sending out my first batch of letters/postcards soon. I wrote a date on all of them, but that's the date I wrote them--not the date I sent them.
I'm not going to lie here--this has been really really hard. It's also been very frustrating for me. But I should probably start at the beginning and this is how that goes.
I took a flight to Amsterdam, then Paris. It's was in total around ten hours of flight. I flew with some other exchange students from Portland, and then there was a pretty large group in Amsterdam. I'm mostly just glad we didn't get lost! When I arrived, my host parents were waiting for me with a big sign with my name on it. I spoke a bit with them, but it was the equivalent of four in the morning so I was pretty tired. We ate lunch then went to the house. They had a super cute room ready for me which I love, and I think I slept thirteen hours the first night before waking up at six and not knowing what to do. My host parents, Sylvie and Eric, are really nice and do their best to make me happy. I have yet to cry about leaving home, though I will admit that I miss feeling like I'm at home. I'm hoping that one of my families makes me feel at home again. After the initial glamour wore off, I realized that, though my host parents are really nice and try really hard, we're just flat out not a good match. The hard part is that it's not that I'm horrible and it's not that they're horrible, it's that it just doesn't feel right to live with them. I think I'll be switching families soon because of that. It's a normal thing to have happen, but it doesn't make me feel any better when we all tried to make it work out.
Well, enough of my family situation. I started school about a week ago and I can't say that I love it because it's school, but I definitely don't dread it in the mornings. I was kind of adopted by my friend Margaux, who helps me out like you wouldn't believe. She has the same classes as me and she tolerates me following her around all the time because I can't find them myself. My school has six stories and you have to hike up the stairs all the time. The food at the cantine is actually really good, and I have many people to help me out when I do things like accidentally skip my Spanish class. Speaking of Spanish, the fact that I took five French classes and a Spanish class is really impressive in the US, but here I'm with the 14 year olds in Spanish :( oh well. I totally dominated when they were learning numbers so I guess that's okay. English class is really fun because my friend Hector (he's English) and I always have people asking us for answers or to be in their group. History will probably kill me before three months are up, French is fun if hard to understand, PE is much more interesting (I'm currently in a class that rotates gymnastics, swimming, step [you know where you step up and down on the block over and over], and badminton), and math is super easy.
There's a girl here from Canada who pretty much rocks, and we try to see each other often. We're hanging out on Wednesday, and then I'm staying the night for the weekend. It's really nice to have someone to speak English to when you're surrounded by French all the time.
My host mom makes such good food at dinner, and she made fondue the other night. Then they told me that if your bread falls into the fondue pot, you have to do something (often stupid) of the other diners choice. Sylvies bread fell in once, but we decided to be nice and let it slide. I've also been told that I need to like wine. It's not working out very well. At least I like cheese and bread!
Anyone who talked to me before I left knows that I have saved up a whole lot of money (nearly a years worth of work) for this year, and it's amazing how quickly I'm using it up. I've already been to H&M and Pimkie twice (my two absolute favorite stores plus they're a store away from each other here!) and I still want to go buy a watch (there aren't any clocks in the school) and get a haircut and buy more clothing and stuff like that. My funds are really going to be gone by the time I come home!
I obviously have an American accent when I speak French, but I'm really quite tired of people hearing it and immediately switching to English. Im also really tired of people thinking I don't understand anything. Seriously people, I studied French for five years before coming here. I can freaking understand you.
I've finally gotten used to the bisous, though I still really suck at knowing when to do them. It's a pretty touchy and confusing thing. I have three people that I know I'm supposed to give bisous every time I see them, but aside from that it's iffy. But the people in my class tolerate me. Oh, and that reminds me, I'm older than everyone in my class here! I was always the youngest at Summit, and I love being the oldest for once. Some people probably won't understand why I care at all, but it's a big freakin' deal for me.
I think I'll end with a list of the things I miss from the US: my pets, bellatazza, knowing how to express myself, feeling at home, never being uncomfortable, wearing sweatpants to school, not being interrogated by everyone once they learn I'm American, the lack of smoking, bath and body works (I'm absolutely not kidding I'm freaking dying here. My mom is sending me bath and body works crap because I can't live without it), driving, walking a reasonable distance away from people, not being terrified every time we get in the car, not having to close my eyes when we park because I'm so freaked out that well hit something, doing my own laundry (and doing my laundry in two hours), not bottled water, always knowing my sizes, lockers, making my own hot chocolate, not having people laugh at me because I don't like cherry tomatoes or bananas (seriously, it's like an inside joke or something. I don't know why it's so funny), hugs, being shallow (my friends know I'm shallow, but I just get this vibe that talking about shallow things [ie cute boys] is sort of just not something you do. This is why Hillary [my Canadian friend] is so awesome), not having people constantly worry about me, always knowing where I stand in other peoples opinions, and having constant confidence.
Well, I hope you didnt get too bored reading this, and here's to hoping I actually remember to post within a reasonable time frame.
Bisous, Gillian
As a side note, I'll be sending out my first batch of letters/postcards soon. I wrote a date on all of them, but that's the date I wrote them--not the date I sent them.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
So... I'm impatient
I wrote this on the plane. I'll write a post about everything else soon.
On the plane, and I'm going to have to limit myself on how many times I'm allowed to look at the clock. I keep the flight tracker up so I can constantly know how much longer it will be until we land. Then I'll add that to the time, add the nine hour time difference, "is the plane on time?", "how many hours until I see my new family?", "oh, seven, okay, how long until we land again?" and the cycle repeats. My mind is crawling with thoughts about what will be waiting for me in France, and is riddled with thoughts of killing that annoying child who won't stop crying five seats behind me. Sometimes I find my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty, even though I don't think of anything nerve wracking. I guess the months of only excitement are catching up with me. I still am excited to be there, to start a new life, but I'm having the very normal reaction of also being a bit scared of it. I've always been confident in my French skills, and I find myself seriously doubting them now. I say a lot of words, then immediately hone in on the ones I don't know. Awake, asleep, shoelaces, contact lenses, all of those words taunt me and I'm scared for when the day comes that I have to circumlocute and play some charades to get people to understand me. This year isn't me stepping out of my comfort zone, it's me racing out of it in a race car with no brakes. It's me jumping off a cliff without having checked my parachute. It's me diving down to seventy feet without checking my psi. This is so far out of my comfort zone that I don't even know how to describe it. But I know that this is what I want, and that you're supposed to step out of your comfort done every once in a while. I'm just not sure all if my teachers meant for me to take the phrase so drastically.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Final Itinerary
It's official--all I have left to do before I leave is wait. I've gotten my final itinerary, and I just need to be at the airport! No more waiting for documents, no more filling out forms. This is UNREAL. I'll be arriving in Paris at noon on the 28th, then a two and a half hour drive to my new city. I suppose that now would be a good time to start making my pins and getting gifts for my host families, but I'm clueless on what to get them! I think maybe I'll make mason jar soap dispensers--I made one for my aunt and she loved it. I was also thinking hydroflasks... You can tell I have no idea what to get them. I'm sure I'll figure it out. It's been such a long journey from October, when I first filled out my application and Kent Child made me feel like I was constantly turning things in late (I actually turned in my application before they were released to the students at school). And to think my journey hasn't even started yet! Well, I'll keep everyone updated. I got an iPod touch for my birthday, so now I can Skype with everybody! My name is gillian.c.harper and I'm always up for a chat! If any of my teachers want to put me on to skype with a class or some hopeful exchange students, shoot me an email at gillian.c.harper@gmail.com and I'd be more than happy to figure something out. I feel like, when I'm there, I'll want to still be as involved as possible with Summit for my senior year. well, I think that's all I have to update for now... Next time I post France will be even closer! À bientôt!
Monday, August 6, 2012
Got My Visa!
After a lot of trouble and an amazing travel agent, I've finally gotten my visa! It's just a sticker in my passport, but it's my ticket in. My last hurdle has been cleared, and I'm unbelievably excited to be able to be stress-free about my exchange now. My friend Keenan has been talking to me about Denmark, and I just get more and more excited! He arrived in Horsens on the 4th and tells me about how his brother makes weird toast and that the showers are confusing. His blog is danishpov.tumblr.com if anyone wants to hear about his travels! I still have way too long to wait before I leave, I'm dying with anticipation! On a side note, I just thought I would let the whopping fifteen people who will probably read this that today is my birthday!! I'm turning seventeen! One thing that I am really disappointed about for my exchange is that I won't be celebrating my birthday while I'm in France. The eighteenth birthday is a big deal there, and I'm super unhappy that my sucky birthday makes me miss that experience. I've dealt with a lot of annoying things with my birthday, and its resume is pretty impressive now. I always had to watch my friends get their permits and licenses before me since I'm younger than nearly everyone else in my class, my birthday is in the summer so it gets obscenely hot and it's hard to do things outside, I never had my birthday at school, so I never had my locker decorated or anything, and now I don't get to celebrate it while in France. It's a really annoying and unfortunate birthday to have. But it only rolls around once a year, so I'm sure I can manage it :)
Friday, July 27, 2012
Visit To the Consulate
I made my trip to the consulate on the twenty-fifth! The flight there was easily the worst flight I've ever had in my entire life. I got my first ever cold in the summertime (in case you didn't know, getting a cold in the summer SUCKS.) that I'm still recovering from, so my sinuses got all funkified by the pressure and I legitimately thought my head was going to explode and/or my eyes were going to pop out. After landing (and still being alive) I got bouts of vertigo all day, so it wasn't a great day for me. However, I did still get my visa application turned in, and I should be getting it back soon! The consulate "interview" sounds much more intimidating than it actually is. In my head, it was FBI interview in a metal room with a spotlight aimed on me. In reality, it was just me slipping a giant stack of papers under the glass (like at the movie ticket counter) and saying, "this should do it!" He didn't ask for anything else, so I'm hoping that that DID do "it." Plus, he said that I should be receiving my passport in the mail by the end of next week-ish. Sounds promising! Today marks exactly one month until I leave. I just got a snazzy new address book, so email me your address at gillian.c.harper@gmail.com if you want me to send you a postcard. Teachers, I'll be sending your postcards to the school, but if you'd rather I send them somewhere else just shoot me an email. I think almost all of my allowance (yes! I get allowance from rotary! Score!) will be going towards an ungodly amount of postcards, but I feel like I'll be having too much fun writing to my old friends to really notice the price tag. I'm not super techy, thus I have no idea why allow my text clumps into one big block even when I space it not paragraphs as I'm typing it. So either imagine a skipped line/indent when I change subjects, or explain to me how to make it work in really easy (preferably numbered)instructions. I'm finally starting preparations for my year abroad, and I gets more and more real with every day that passes! I've got just over a week until my seventeenth birthday, three weeks until my last day at work, and a month until I catch a plane to France! Ill try to keep this updated (I'd argue I'm doing pretty well thus far) so keep checking in! Or you can do this super spiffy follow by email thing. I had to watch a tutorial to manage to put it on this page, so someone had better use it! So... until next time!
Monday, July 16, 2012
I Suppose I Should Post Something Significant
So now that my blog is all frenchified I guess I can begin.
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Gillian. I'm currently sixteen years old, though I'll be seventeen for the entirety of my year abroad. I've always had a passion for language, whether it's incessantly fixing my friends grammar (though you'll have to excuse mine, it's difficult to type on an iPad and it changes the weirdest things) or taking way too many years of foreign language in high school. I've taken five years of French now and one year of Spanish, but I'll also be taking a Spanish class while in France (crazy, I know), and I'd like to become fluent in more than three languages. I haven't decided which ones yet. I'm extremely clumsy on land, and usually stick to sports like water polo (5 years) or swimming (I've been swimming since I was very young, but never liked swimming competitively) and I also scuba dive where the water's warm. I'm going to try my hand at windsurfing while in France if I can, and maybe find a new talent (or perhaps something I fail miserably at!). I work at a coffee shop in Sunriver, Oregon that I love, but aside from that I don't do too much here. I love the beach and hate the snow, I'd pick white chocolate over dark, I can't see anything without my contacts, and I drink my tea with unhealthy amounts of sugar. Now that I've revealed my deepest darkest secrets (but really, you could probably get me to tell them pretty easily) I'll get started on things pertinent to my year abroad.
I've had to fill out an ungodly amount of paperwork to apply for my visa, and now I'm going to the French consulate in San Francisco on the 25th to be interviewed. There, they will either approve or deny the visa that is necessary for me to get my plane ticket. Though there's pretty much zero chance of them denying it, I'm definitely still nervous. It's one of those things where I'll just feel better once I get it, even though everything points to it turning out fine. I'm unbelievably ready to hop on a plane to France!
While I'm there, I'll be living with three different host families. I've met the entirety of my first, they're so nice and encouraging! The daughter of that family will be coming on exchange to Eugene to I won't see her much, if at all. I'm trying to be able to meet her when she arrives because she is landing the 15th of August and I'll be taking off on the 27th. I've already skyped with this family, and I'm positive that living with them will be great. I've also talked with the mom of my second host family a bit. She seems really nice and very funny. I think I'll get to know her more once I arrive. My third family I know the least of--I've only become friends with my host sister and talked to her a bit. She will be in the year above me in school, but she seems lively and fun. I don't doubt that my exchange will be full of awesome people like these!
I'm going to miss my friends in the US, but I also hope to make a bunch of friends in France. I'll be staying in touch over Facebook with everyone. I'm also planning on sending a ridiculous amount of postcards, so watch out! To all of the teachers that I emailed this link to--prepare yourselves. I'll be armed with a pen, some postcards, and mediocre French to help me find some stamps.
So I think I've exhausted all of the subjects I wanted to touch on initially, so I suppose I'll end it here. Let's hope I can manage to figure out how to post pictures while in France so my blog isn't entirely text! I expect to post next after my visit to the consulate on the 25th with some words about how that went. So keep checking back!
A bientôt!
Hi everyone! Proved by my already failed attempt to post something on this blog, you should be aware that I am painfully not tech-y. However, I thought that I should at least try to give a bit of insight to my future life in France. I'm going to leave this as my initial post and see what I can do from here--hopefully I can turn this into a blog that doesn't seem like the ramblings of a lunatic. Wish me luck!
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