Some time has passed, thus it is time for an addition to the story of my life…Well, I have done a lot and seen many things. I’ll start from February, when this chapter began... I had a break between my two semesters so I decided to spend some time in Paris just exploring the small corners that one can’t find with a Lonely Planet. I also spend 5 glorious days in Barcelona filled with sun and fun on the beach (with a scarf and jacket of course!)


I managed to find some really cool café’s… it really takes getting away from the very heart of Paris to find real cafés with style: in the cooler quartiers say goodbye to snobby waiters, tiny tables and rushed cafés. Say hello to purple velour sofas, comfortable cushions and friendly lesbian waitresses… My favorite quartier for these real cafés is in the 12th and also in the 10th near the Canal St. Martin. That’s where you’re going, dad!
With no friends left to travel with I ventured to Barcelona on my own. I left a grey, cold city and arrived in a warm, colorful city where the sun burned my baby blues made unaccustomed to such light by the tall Haussmann buildings in Paris. I made a bee line from the bus station straight to the sea where I sat in the sun and read for a while, an activity I greatly missed during the winter months. Mmmm... Sangria!

I walked along the coast until I found a very nice (a nicely located) hostel where I took the last bed (the VIP bed). Settling into my VIP bed, VIP because it was 8 feet above the ground and I had to climb up very high to get there, I set out to explore the city. Walking along Port Veil, I stumbled into the Gothic quarter: full of tiny, windy streets filled with cafés, boutiques, and tapas bars. Wandering along the Ramblas I bumped into the “parade of the Giants” where a giant princess and frog waddled by… While winding home, I met a man from Cameroon and he invited me to a tiny bar with fried fish and great cheap wine… then we moved onto another bar where we enjoyed cool cider from a barrel (from which I got to pour my own glass which was quite a science.)

The next day, Valentines Day, I work up early and went to do a Gaudi Tour: it took us to the Sagrada Familia, Güell Park, and two other buildings which he designed. It was really interesting to learn about Gaudi as I didn’t know very much about him before I went to Barcelona.




More of the park (above) and one of his building... As legend has it it is the design of a dragon (see the spine on the roof and all of the scales?)

I also got the chance to go to Montserrat for the day: however it was quite cold so going up into the mountains effectively brought me into the clouds. Arriving up on the mountain during off season, one asks one self, what now? The little city they have up there was deserted, save a few high school boys playing hacky sack (that still exists?) I wandered around, took some photos then headed to see the Black Virgin Mary, the only thing to do there on a cold day. The room that housed her was one of the most ornate I have ever seen. Jewels, treasures, glittering gold that covered the walls… the works!
After returning from my break, I began a new semester full of French. My classes are very interesting, but also very challenging… go figure, learning completely in a foreign language would be difficult!

So, after several weeks of life as usual in Paris… métro, boulot, dodo (a saying in French: Métro, work, sleep) I had my spring break finally (it was just last week)! Straight from class I hoped on a train to Hyeres in the South of France where David picked me up and whisked me away to le Lavandou, a small city right on the Mediterranean. There, we met up with David’s parents and sister who spent a week on vacation there, with David, before me. Sitting poolside in the last, golden rays of the day, I relaxed… far from the métro and the boulot, and very close to the dodo.





Some fun pictures on the cliff...


The little chapel on the cliffs!






Now, we are in the present. I just had an expose today that was… interesting. Class lasts for 2 hours, so normally there are several oral presentations or debates to take up the time. Well, the other presentations of the day did not show so there was just our presentation (me and my partner, Michelle). So, thanks to all this extra time, my professor decided to critique every thing we did, for the good of the class. For a 15 minute presentation, we stood in the front of the class for over an hour trying to melt away…. No such luck.
I hope you are all well. Thanks for reading. Until the next time…