Getting Lost in Paris : Priceless...

Truely it was. Every single time we'd get lost in paris, it was another priceless moment. That was the first sign that we all saw together when we got off the plane. It was a mastercard sign and it said 'Getting lost in paris: Priceless..." therefore that became the moto of the trip. It is really hard to believe that I am back home and away from the amazing people that I met on the trip. From the first day we were there we knew that we'd become the best of friends. The other EIL groups didnt really talk and we had already gotten to know eachother, were laughing, joking, even the occational playful slap. That usually would take a good while to get used to...but not us, we just clicked.

Honestly, that was one of the most memorable, best experiances of my life... from the plays that we all fell asleep during to the moments when we were together that just made everything seem okay to the extreme stress of putting on that play that drove many of us to tears. The tears are not the important things now, its the fact that we suffered through them and ended up putting on an excellent show, that we could all truely be proud of. Les Mastication des morts. that is the title of the play that we performed when we got back to Paris. It was a group of momlogues about the dead, said by the dead. I was a dead old lady who was upset about her caskit (spelling???) choice that was made by her Roger.... she wanted "du sapin au prix du chene". Up..look it up. (du sapin, du sapin) heheheh oh god, those words have haunted me. Also, I was the translator for the angry american..."zut zut zut" hehehe oh dear I will miss those words. They were the easy ones.

If i went into detail about everything that we did then I would have one of the longest posts every posted on The Daily Outlook of Amy McGuirk. But I want to quickly describe the homestay. I was with the Arbonaughts? no...the Arbo..somethings. They were such a great family. Mireille, the mother, Bernard, the father, and their three children Marie-Laure, Florence, et Phillipe. At first, it was difficult because I was really sick when i got to their house, however luckily the father was a doctor and fixed me right up. But, by the end of the trip we were laughing and joking about "maman poule" which means "mother hen" but they described it as "chicken mom" and it was just one of the funniest things...ever. It was really sad leaving the homestay, but exciting to get back to Paris and do that play that I've just described above.

There are two major things that I miss about france...wait, make that three. I miss my friends, each and every student in the EIL program that we did... i miss them more than words can even describe, i miss the fact that when I was with them time slowed down in true french style; so that you hadnt a care in the world, as long as you were with someone else, you were fine. I even miss the fact that I was NEVER alone. Alone time did not exist. Which was amazing. Second thing I miss: I miss the food, more than I can describe, I miss that food. Honestly the french do it right... from their fruit to their cheese, and even how they present the stuff...its just all around amazing. (except the water...they havn't quite perfected that one yet). Lastly, and most surprisingly, I miss walking. I miss that we could get up and stroll around paris for a bit, even when Julie would decide to be a crazy woman and we'd have to walk super fast and super far. But i miss it, I even walked to Thayer street yesterday.... it was not nearly as satisfying.

Now that I am home, I really know that a lot has changed about me...for the better, and I know a lot more aobut myself then I did before.

Getting lost in paris: Priceless....
Having friends like no other that you miss like crazy: Priceless...
Knowing that one day, you'll go back to paris together.....PRICELESS.

I love and miss all of you my little EIL loafs :) I hope you are all well and doing amazing things because you are all amazing and have found a very special place in my heart.