Joyeuses Saint Valentin !

Host mom bought me roses. We are valentines. Nbd.

Baby's first exposé oral tomorrow, so can't tell y'all everything I want to tell y'all, sad story, but I'll update again this weekend with more details about my life. I've officially passed the one month mark in Paris, which was cool because it means I really do live here, and depressing because I'm already 1/5th done. Eek! Finally got my exercise pants in the mail (three weeks later, but today I also got a letter sent three days ago...weird) and I was so excited I ripped open the package and went running down the street at rush hour, very casually of course. It felt great but I did get a few confused looks regarding my enthusiasm for exercise, something the French don't really seem to be into all that much (hard to run when you've got a cigarette in your mouth, eh?). I apparently have also lost all strength in my wrists and can no longer open my own front door, but usually the neighbors take pity on me and open it for me. Oops.

Yesterday, I met my language partner for the first time, through a francophone-anglophone program organized by Paris III. She was very nice, and speaks English really well, although she knew all these British terms, since they learn British English in school, that I didn't really know the meaning of. She's also a flutist, and is going to help me find a teacher! Maybe the fourth time's the charm?!

Alright, I'm being called for dinner, so I'll leave off here until this weekend. Short and sweet kiddos! Don't worry, I have tons of photos to put up, so the wait will be worth it.

x R.