Day 7

I have been mistaken as Parisian twice already. It could possibly be the beret my mom bought me to keep warm or the bright pink gloves that my conversation lector calls "really Parisian", but people come up to me and ask me for directions. Of course, they are speaking French, but I respond and give them directions back (point and grunt with a look of confusion). I am really blending into this place of wonder. Speaking of wonder, this weekend our program took us to Chateau Blois and Chambord. They are both castles that were inhabited by kings and queens and are now museums. I have to admit, Blois fails in comparison to Chamboard. Chambord looks like the castle Walt Disney used for Beauty and the Beast. I hope to live here one day or at least pull a Theresa Kerry and have it disassembled and moved to the U.S. We can all dream right. After the castles we celebrated my friend Alex's birthday in a hipster neighborhood in Northern Paris. The transportation system here is crazy. You can get anywhere by foot and train. If only America were so awesome. However, as much as Paris and Europe are wonderful places, I could not imagine myself living her for more than a year or two. First of all, men with large machine guns patrol various places (subway, random streets, and always in threes!) and the police are scary looking. But its very difficult to live without the American sized portions...Cheesecake factory.

Anyway, tomorrow I am going to le Musee de Picasso in La Marais and Georges Pompidou and the Bastille. Wish me luck that I don't die of frostbite or hunger (the portions are way to small for so much money... the euro is dangerous).