So I've arrived! I'm in Paris! There are about 50 of us in the program, from California, with a wide spread of ages. We are mostly all staying in the same dorm with a few who opted for and arranged their own private apartments. (I'm beginning to think that is a much better idea...)
The dorm where we’re staying is run by Polish nuns. Nuns in their full glory - habits and everything. Reminds me of primary and high school days. Not that I still think they know everything about me just by looking at me. But I’m still not entirely at ease. They still make me feel like I need to be on my best behavior. But really, what could I possibly do to offend them?? And what would they do about it? Give me a demerit? At dinner last night, Kayla asked me to ask for more water from one of the sisters. I was thinking, “Do I have to?” They still freak me out. Guess I’ll always have an aversion.
The building we’re in is 6 stories tall with no elevator. Not that I was expecting one but it would’ve been nice to help lug our huge suitcases. The older people have been assigned the lower rooms and the younger ones the rooms on the upper floors. I’m on the 4th floor – which means 5 flights because it’s really the 5th floor because the French don’t count the 1st floor. The flights of stairs are irritatingly unending but I figure it’ll help with the amount of butter I’d be consuming over the course of the month.
It’s been really hot and humid here. And it doesn’t help that my room is all the way up top with a funky window that I haven’t figured out how to position to maximize air flow. However, the good thing is: did I mention that the air is constantly permeated with butter and the scent of baked goods? I’ve got to figure out where it’s coming from.
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