A final thought...

Well, I have been home for nearly one week now, and leave for Syracuse in exactly one week. No matter how long I stay abroad, coming back is always a slight culture shock. Just boarding the plane, I asked the man behind me if they were calling numbers. His response "Nah. I'm all da way bahhk in Fahty-fauh (44)" Welcome home.

While a lot of what I learned in France still hasn't sunk in, as these things usually take more than just a week to finally settle, I do know that I made some great friends and had some really great times while I was there. Running into people from the States, meeting people from ALL over the world. Mom wanted me to put in where the kids in my class were from, so here is a rundown:

Israel, Czech Republic, Brazil, Venezuela, Turkey, Canada, and the United States. A pretty diverse bunch of people if I do say so myself. I hope I can keep in touch with them (with the assistance of technology, that's increasingly easier) and one day, perhaps, visit them in each of their respective countries! A girl can dream, right?

Coming home, I've been thrown into party planning, school shopping, school packing, grocery shopping, and all that comes with being back on Fairoaks Avenue. Do I miss Paris? Is that even a question? But, more importantly, am I glad to be back? Of course. That I can give you a definitive answer to. What's the point of having amazing experiences if you can't come home and share them with your family and friends right?

I'm not sure when my next trip abroad will be, hopefully in my near future; but we shall see. I hope that someday you all (whoever you are reading this!) can come to Paris with me and I can show you all of my little corners of the amazingly grand and beautiful city.

I look forward to using my French in Syracuse this semester. Hopefully by the time I get up to school I'll stop saying "Excusez-moi" to the old ladies in the grocery store.

A bientôt,
Amy