Well today was a wonderful day food-wise. The majority of my meals today would have been considered meals by people from the first world. This hasn't happened in a while, so I'm quite happy. More on this later...
Today, our class got to visit the Assemblée Nationale. Unfortunately, we were told that we couldn't take pictures, so I didn't bring my camera. In the end, we were allowed to take pictures in the majority of the rooms, so I was frustrated that I had left my camera behind.
After our second class, some friends and I explored the neighborhood where our classes are held and eventually worked our way over to this one cemetery where lots of famous people are buried. These people include Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison and Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac (a chemist). Again, it would have been a lot cooler if I had brought my camera with me, but unfortunately, I lack pictures.
Anyways, back to the food. Today I got to eat dinner with my host-mother and Kevin (I'm about 99% sure that's his name), who is another person living here. At first, I had no idea who he was. The way my host-mother introduced him made it seem like he wasn't related to her, yet he wasn't another foreign student because he was definitely French and he works as a consultant (so he is neither foreign nor a student). I soon figured out that he was a random French person more or less renting the room across the hall from mine. Today, I learned that he heard about my host-mother from a hair stylist who has a salon across the street.
Kevin speaks English much better than I speak French, so he normally speaks to me in English (classic French move). Today at dinner, however, he actually spoke to me in French. I felt so honored. My host-mother also told me that out of all her exchange students (she's had many over the years), I apparently speak French the best. I was seriously amazed to hear that, and she claims that she wasn't just saying that, so now I actually have a little bit of confidence in my ability to speak.
If you, the reader, ever plan on going abroad/living in a foreign country, and you're a picky eater, I highly recommend that you give up your ways. For those who know my (former) eating habits well, you know that I am (well was) an absurdly picky eater. To have the best experience that I could, however, I knew that I had to give up my ways.
My advice for picky eaters going abroad: eat anything and everything you're offered. If you don't think you'll like it, only ask for/take a very small amount of it. Unless you're allergic to it, it won't hurt. And you may even find out that you're fond of steamed green beans. Basically, don't let your picky eating ruin your study abroad experience.
Well I should be doing the reading for tomorrow's classes right now, and I can't think of anything else to write, so I'm going to head out now. I'm also quite tired for reasons beyond me (the reasons are on Twitter and I have not deemed them family friendly enough for this blog (aka I want more Twitter followers; I'm so close to triple digits)).
Before I go, my class is taking a trip to Provence (the south of France) this weekend, so I'll have some new adventures to share (other than wandering around Paris).
Au revoir tout le monde!
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