So, I know I'm a bit late, but this is my first post/first blog ever. So, my name is Jannae and I am a university student from the United States. I'm an anthropology major, music minor, with strong interests in health administration. Last year, I had a roomate that went to Spain. This started the spark of an idea that I should also study abroad in a city I've been dreaming of since I was a kid. Thus, here I am, one year later in the City of Lights. I decided to create a blog today (very randomly upon a conversation with a friend) to document and log how my study abroad expierence is going. Ok, so now that my introduction is over I can begin telling you my experiences and thoughts thus far.
Ok...so when I first arrived in the city, my program hired taxi drivers to drop us off to our respective residences (dorms, appartments, home stay houses, etc.) I happened to be lucky enough to land a spot in the U.S. dorms in a single room. So here I am, in a taxi, my only steps in Paris so far being at the airport (which actually isnt in the city). When he drops me off, I am left alone with my 2 50lb bags, a huge laptop, a very heavy purse, and a bag of snacks given to me by my worrisome grandmother. As I look at the door to the "dorms" I notice the address doesnt match the address on the packet my program gave me...Crap. Im alone in a foreign country, with an extremley limited knowledge of the language, and a crapload of luggage. This probably was the best thing that could have happened to me. Before coming to Paris, I was under the notion (from people AND literature I've read about the city) that the people are extremely rude, arrogant, and not very friendly. Quite the opposite. I was helped by every person I met that afternoon. By an tall African man who helped pull my luggage the 5 blocks to my actual dorm, by the women at the several front desks that I went to, and by a french boy who accidently spilled laundry detergent in the elevator and carried my bags up 4 flights of stairs.
Without this stroke of bad luck, I might never have given the French the chance to prove me wrong. Now don't take this the wrong way. Im not saying EVERYONE is nice...there are the meanies out there just like any other city. But thus far, I'm liking the laid back lifestyle of the Parisians.
Au revior till next time,
Jannae