Bienvenue à Paris !

(See what I did there? I put the exclamation point after a space. Because that’s how they do it in France, those crazies…)

I arrived in Paris missing Tours, and probably missing home a bit too. We were herded into a big auditorium where they called off our names and our host parents came to pick us up. I could not have been more anxious. What will they be like? Will they be nice? Are they smokers? How much space will I get? What’s the food going to be like? Am I going to feel guilty every time I want to stay out late? Such were the questions that danced around my Continue reading