Narwhal à Paris

     Hello people of the internet, and friends who follow my lovely blog! Well I struggled with the WIFI connection on and off for 5 hours today! Yay! The family was having dinner with friends which meant that I couldn’t go sit in the dining area (the best spot to get internet). I may have gone a little bit crazy watching the computer try to “find” the WIFI.

     Well I’m here now, and it’s only 11 at night. No problem.

     This week has been a slow one. There haven’t been any BIG events; Cecile went to Milan for a few days so I was in charge of the kids a lot this week, but nothing really major. There were a few really weird things that happened, so those will be the majority of my blog for the week.

     We cleaned out Daniel's Toy closet this week. When I first got here we were cleaning this darn closet every two weeks, but now we only need to clean it once a month or longer (Progress!). If all fails, at least I taught him to be a little more organized and clean.

     Helping Aimée with her homework this week and I came across something quite funny. Aimée had to pick an animal and the action that animal does. Well the first thing on her list was a narwhal, with an action of lumbering. Her teacher didn’t know what it was. Haha very funny.

Invader is a French urban artist who pastes up characters
made up of small colored square mosaic tiles cities
across the world, then documents this as an "Invasion",
with books and maps of where to find each invader.
This is one of the best I have seen. 

   
     The other day I was at a Café having lunch before picking the kids up from school. The whole café was empty except for one other couple in the corner. There were probably a dozen or so empty tables. In walks this lady who orders her food and moved over to sit directly across from me at my table. Now I have never met this lady before, I have never seen her, and she decides to come sit across from me. She doesn’t talk to me, just sits down and starts eating. The table wasn’t very big either. After about 10 minutes another women walks in and waves at her. She proceeds to pick up her tray, thank me, and move to another table with this other woman. Now I don’t know if she just wanted company, or what was going on, but it was the weirdest thing that has happened to me this week.

     I really like my French classes. The teachers are good, the other students are friendly, and I’m learning a lot. It is bugging me a little that I have been here for almost 6 months and still I’m struggling with how to say so many simple things. I am very happy that at least I have been able to meet some amazing people through these classes and form some amazing friendships. That is what makes this whole experience worth it.

     Recently, I have had a lot of friends ask me why I have decided to stay another year. They all seem almost surprised at my choice, as if saying isn’t always the best option. It is really strange learning about different cultures of education. It’s interesting for me; basically no matter where you are in the world you learn the same things. We all learn about our countries history, we learn math, science, arts, and take our language courses. Yet, still we all end up in difference jobs, with different interests.

     After learning about the schooling of other friends, and there future job prospects, I am grateful that my parents were open minded about my interests. If I would have continued with what I wanted to be when I was 16 then I would be working a job that I wouldn’t enjoy. Why would I want to be in a job that I don’t like? Now I have a wonderful future ahead of me that I’m interested in.

I love an statue that has wings on it. 

     This week, there were some men working on the apartment. Normal fixes it around the house things, and before they left they locked the chain on my door. Well that is a bit of a problem for me when I come home. See, I don’t have a key to the front door. So when I brought the kids home for the afternoon and I couldn’t get in… well that caused a problem. The best part? The alarm goes off when I tried to open the door. Now I know that none of this is my part, but the kids don’t know that. They think they are in trouble. So they both start crying. I end up getting an extra key from the concierge, and we get inside with no problem. Not after I had to calm down two hysterical children.

     Well this is a short blog this week. Let’s hope that I get more fun stuff to talk about next week.

Have a great week everyone! Miss you!