In the theatre, performers are often happy if something goes wrong before the show because according to superstition, now the bad thing has happened and the show will go off without a hitch. Right now I am sitting in my room, looking at my three hanging clothes and a few other miscellaneous items praying that is the case here. Of all the things I was nervous about coming to France, the airport losing my luggage was not one of them. But luckily I was greeted by my very welcoming host family at the airport who helped me as much as they could. I went from freaking out over this luggage situation to laughing with my French family out on the patio as I enjoyed my first homemade French meal (which was amazing). 12 hours of sleep later, I am beginning a new day in France with high hopes that things will turn around. Cross your fingers with me and maybe a few months from now this will go from being a pretty rough way to begin my time in France to a funny story to tell.
love you emma even though i said no one would read your blog... im the first one to read it :)
ReplyDeleteI love you and I read it too.... just sayin'....
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