Une Baguette, s.v.p.

I've decided to take a little break from $'s and #'s, but I don't have much to report. Today, believe it or not, was the first day I bought a baguette. I went to the bakery and said, "Une baguette, s'il vous plait," and I received a nice warm baguette. Warm! Honestly, after hundreds of Harris Teeter baguettes, I didn't really know that they could come all soft and warm. Not that I'm knocking Harris Teeter; it has it's own specialties.

Yesterday, some of us tried the Japanese restaurant in town. Bizarre, I know. We barely have enough here to live a normal life, but we've got sushi. Go figure. It was pretty good, but I was feeling a bit not so happy. I'd forgotten how hard it was to really move away from everything and start something new. It's easy to feel like everyone else is making friends and that you're on the outside. I think we're all feeling a like a haphazard best friends crew because each of us has gone from not even knowing the others existed to spending at least 8 hours of intense class together every day, all in just 2 weeks.

After class today, though, I think I'm getting over my short blue period. One of the girls in class is throwing a party tomorrow at her apartment in Paris, which should be fun. Rest assured that you will not be reading about how I spent another night in the City of Lights trying in vain to get home. Remember, leçon appris.

Okay, back to work!