A Tad Bit Morbid

Today, I was not as bright eyed in the morning. I whined in bed for an hour before actually getting up to start my day. From 10 till 1:30 I was with the program director and Sonia figuring out a few details.... and had a dictation... (i didn't do so hot). I now will be reading

Le Nuage Bleu

to aid in my decline of the french language.

Positive things:
I now have a french phone number. I have a pretty sweet swipe-y card for the metros and buses. I bought my first bulk french groceries. I can't feel my blisters on my heals anymore. I held a baby today.

After the meeting, It rained... and rained...When that was done, I took my first swipe-y (what parisians use) card, trip to Le Cimetiere du Pere Lachaise. This is the place where Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Moilere, and Chopin are buried. It took me awhile to navigate through the largest cemetary I think I have ever seen in my entire life. I thought I would never reach any end at one point... it just kept going... and going... but anyways... It was most certainly worth it. I stood next to a couple at Jim Morrison's grave who recalled, when they were young, and he was alive. After a moment, they left leaving me and a couple of others in silence until a group of American Highschool kids made it to the scene. One Flicked a cigarette on to the grave, while the others just took a sigh, because they had finally found the grave. It was a wonderful moment for me, because here I was in this place thousands of miles away from home, but still I connected with the people around me only if for a few seconds.

My main purpose of course was for Oscar Wilde's grave. It is traditon to give Oscar a kiss goodbye and I was not going to miss out on this tradition. It was strange standing at his grave by myself, I was glad I came alone, but I felt a tad morbid reading the graffiti on his grave..... (which, of course, was covered by blush kisses). I wandered what I would someday want scrawled on my tomb stone. I'm still not sure, but I will keep thinking. Any who, I was able to give Oscar a kiss goodbye before dashing out (it was closing time and no matter how much I love the yard... I didn't want to spend the night).

After that experience I wanted to walk around the area a bit before heading back. For awhile, the area was really nice. I ducked into a health food store to see what a french one was like. Not too much longer after that, I took a wrong turn in ended up in not so great of an area. I didn't want to whip out my map (for fear of being noticed)- I already had been... so I just kept walking... 30 minutes later I was safely on the Metro towards Hotel de Ville to walk around in that area. I know this is extremely American of me, but I wanted a chai latte so bad when I saw a starbucks, that yes.... I went to starbucks... but I wanted Soy Milk and Chai... I was dying... Not having milk for so long.. then coming to a culture that does nothing but drink WHOLE MILK.. was killing my stomach... so I needed a little break from my break... and that is that.

Tomorrow should be nice,
First day of real class and some sightseeing... Probably no kisses.... But Oscar desereves them all