We at First Milk are taking some time to get our bearings in beautiful Paris. This mostly includes hiding inside our Paris apartment and taking pictures of it, venturing out only for yaourt in glass jars, baguettes and beurre and trying not to offend any shopkeepers with our lousy French. It may or may not include weeping, ever so slightly, into our pillows from time to time. Traveling, dear reader, is exhausting.
We will be up and around again soon, but right now we're taking the opportunity to survey the land for a moment, enjoy the inside of our pretty little apartment and sleep for approximately 12 hours a day. We did make a feeble, little grammatically correct radish joke yesterday, at which somebody laughed. We've decided to count it as a rollicking success.
{Chandelier, Moi}
13 maids a-milking:
exciting! plus, yogurt and butter sounds perfect anyway.
Some of us have to hole up before we can soak it all in. Enjoy.
Big deep breath, remember you will be home again soon and won't remember why you felt home sick or overwhelmed (though you are completely justified in those feelings). I'm sending you lots of love from the states.
The chandelier is gorgeous! Enjoy Paris while you can and also enjoy your baguettes and butter- yum!
Hermitage has its advantages, but I recommend reading Julia Child's book immediately - she has a great perspective on how being charming trumps any language/culture barriers.
I found that being from a big US city, dressing in black and smiling like a big geek all helped me win over the Parisians. Oh, and don't forget to say "hello" and "thank you" in french when you enter and exit any small shop.
Parisiennes, in my experience, are unlike other Frenchmen in that they are delighted to see anyone make an attempt at their language.
As for hiding, sometimes it's important to hide but don't hide too long for you might miss it.
A joke is a major triumph - congratulations!
Enjoy some burrowing time before the great expeditions begin.
as in super mario,* one must occasionally hunker down and be still in order to jump extra-high. this is fine strategy, lady! you'll save the princess yet.
*so i hear. my mom denied us nintendo (and cabbage patch kids, oddly).
You made a joke in French and people laughed? About radishes, no less? Rollicking success, indeed.
Feel better, dear!
A joke in French that French people laughed at is surely the holy grail of travel experiences. It must be at the very least in the top 10.
Get better soon chicken
i was definitely feeling a little homesick, but more towards the last leg of our trip. paris was my favorite and i could not believe how incredibly warm and inviting the parisians were; they practically greeted us with song and dance! kaitlin is right, if you make an effort to speak french, they are more than accommodating. where are you staying? we stayed in the marais (not very touristy) and we were surprised by how many people spoke english... and spoke it well. they, of course, won't reveal that to you until you accidentally pronounce "confit du canard" wrong, but that's all part of the fun!
get the jet lag out of your system and then have tons of fun. i can't wait to hear about the rest of your tip!!
Thank you for your concern, all, but I assure you that a burrowing period is part and parcel for adventuring Amandas. I miss things when I *don't* burrow in a bit first.
It's not homesickness so much as it is a need to center, root down, tendril up.
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