As a young girl I was captivated by Paris.
I couldn’t imagine anything more glamorous than a picnic of bread, wine and cheese under the Eiffel Tower with my Parisian boyfriend, who of course was too handsome for words. Alright, that’s my adult dream. But you get the point.
But I never expected to discover the magical, fast-paced, eye-opening city that I explored, lived in and loved as a 21-year-old college student.
Last summer, I studied in Paris with 17 other University of Arizona students. We lived with different French families and studied the French language, but I learned much more than how to say, “I’m hungover” – which is j’ai la guele de bois.
I learned, as cheesy as it is, that its the things that happen to you along the way that make the best story. Even if it means white-knuckling it all the way to the top of the Eiffel Tower to get the best view of Paris.
Who knew the elevator ride of almost 900 feet would be the scariest part of my stay in Paris. Not the leering bums drinking wine in the metro. Not stumbling around the streets of Paris at 2 a.m. Not even the excruciatingly long museum visits, Paris has a lot of museums.
This section of my blog is dedicated to this trip and the experiences, the good, the bad and the ugly, I had in Paris.
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