By this time, the airport anxiety was setting in. By airport anxiety, I mean all the small worries that come from airports and flying back home after several months of being away. How would I get all my stuff back home without going over the baggage weight limit and end up paying a huge fee? Should I take a taxi to the airport? What if my flight is canceled? Did I pack my soup ladle? (I actually did forget that one... damn.)
To take my mind off the airport stresses, I met up with a friend of mine from Georgia Tech who was studying in Paris for a summer in the architecture program they have here. I've known Olivia since my freshman year of college, and it was definitely entertaining catching up with her as we picnicked in the Bastille by one of the canals. One thing about Olivia is that she loves to travel as much as I do, so I wasn't surprised to hear that she had already been practically all over Europe this summer, and would continue her travels every weekend until she had to go back home.
In return for her helping me relax about my own trip to the US, I showed her around my neighborhood and gave her a ton of tips about places to go in Paris for anything from buying a fabulous top for less than 10 euros to where to party on a Saturday night.
It was then that I realized how much I've learned about this city.
If I can go on for an hour or so explaining what to do in Paris, does that make me sort of Parisian?
Well, I don't smoke, I don't know everything about French wine, and I actually do enjoy a good workout. So I guess not.
But I absolutely love good bread, I did admittedly attempt to copy the Parisian fashion, and I did claim to be tired a few times (I can't tell you how often I've heard "Je suis fatigué" since I've been here).
So maybe I do have a claim to this city. I guess it just depends on my mood and who I'm talking to.
Bisous XOXO
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