Today I received an e-mail from my grandma, mentioning that I hadn't written in a week. Well, there hasn't been all that much to write about. But here we go:
I've been in my language class now for a week and I really like it. My teacher, Cecile, is wonderful and manages to explain everything to us in French and understand all of our horribly formulated questions. We're absolute beginners, so I'm sure it is a struggle for her. In answer to some of your questions, my conversation French isn't quite existent yet. I'm working on formulating basic sentences: telling people how old I am, explaining the location of objects and learning to conjugate some verbs. Until the vocabulary grows a bit, I'll be pretty limited in my conversational abilities. Every day is better than the last and I think I'll be a pretty advanced beginner by the time I leave in three weeks.
As far as Paris goes, well, I'm not wild about it. Yes, it's a lovely city, but it hasn't yet captured my heart or imagination. The homogeneity in clothing and style is very disapointing, as I had hoped that the Parisiens would be a well dressed and stylish bunch. However, I'm only two weeks into my 5 week adventure, so I'm sure I still have a lot ahead of me.
One thing I really do love is the grocery store. Single servings of fois gras and cheese as far as the eye can see. I've started running to reverse the effects of my high everything diet.
Well, that's about all for now. It's Sunday night and the homework is calling!