Just tried to call my voicemail and my dad answered…qu’est-ce qui se passe?

The royal yearbook… View high resolution

The royal yearbook…

….but if not there are always hand dryers. View high resolution

….but if not there are always hand dryers.

The splendor astounds us as we stare into the enormous beauty. Still standing after so many years.  As we tour les chateaux we are transported back to a time of simplicity, but so much intricacy.  The wind whips through my hair and at my face, but the magnificence warms me down to my toes.   View high resolution

The splendor astounds us as we stare into the enormous beauty. Still standing after so many years.  As we tour les chateaux we are transported back to a time of simplicity, but so much intricacy.  The wind whips through my hair and at my face, but the magnificence warms me down to my toes.  

les chateaux beautiful sun in a beautiful place View high resolution

les chateaux

beautiful sun in a beautiful place

As the hours pass by, so does the world.   Not looking, not knowing: just doing. View high resolution

As the hours pass by, so does the world.  

Not looking, not knowing: just doing.

First day in Nantes. C’est magnifique! View high resolution

First day in Nantes. C’est magnifique!

Here I sit: waiting.  Waiting for my new life to begin.  I feel a deep heat from within my chest, pulsating through my limbs.  The heat of anticipation aches within every joint of my body.  I am full with questions; enough questions to cover every inch of skin.  Will I like my fellow students? Do I speak in French or in English? Will this anxious crawling in my skin ever cease? How will I fully embrace a new culture? As I watch the scenery roll past my train window, I translate my thoughts to French.  Comment est-ce que je communiquerai en Français? Est-ce que je pourrai faire des amis dans une autre langue? And as I ponder, I sink lower and lower into the cushion of my train seat. My eye lids become as heavy as my luggage. Soon, sleep cradles me into its supple arms.  Then BAM! I’m awake.  And I’m…here. View high resolution

Here I sit: waiting.  Waiting for my new life to begin.  I feel a deep heat from within my chest, pulsating through my limbs.  The heat of anticipation aches within every joint of my body.  I am full with questions; enough questions to cover every inch of skin.  Will I like my fellow students? Do I speak in French or in English? Will this anxious crawling in my skin ever cease? How will I fully embrace a new culture? As I watch the scenery roll past my train window, I translate my thoughts to French.  Comment est-ce que je communiquerai en Français? Est-ce que je pourrai faire des amis dans une autre langue? And as I ponder, I sink lower and lower into the cushion of my train seat. My eye lids become as heavy as my luggage. Soon, sleep cradles me into its supple arms.  Then BAM! I’m awake.  And I’m…here.