Tuesday night was...um...an epic first night in Paris.
All 20 of us went out to dinner at a cool cafe. I really like all the girls in the program. It makes sense, we all are interested in similar things.


The Eiffel Tower was an adventure.

Walsh and I met two French guys who sat with us and chatted. We had a lot of fun, BUT when they offered us a ride we declined (1 point for safety). I mean...we got in their car for about 2 seconds, then our brains turned on and we ran away. Literally.
We caught a taxi, and ended up in front of the hotel, where things went awry and Walsh ended up feeling sick. Three of the kindest French guys that were our age stopped to help us out. I don't think I've ever said "merci" so much in my life.
So, one of them called an ambulance...they took it a little too far. So I ended up waiting in the hospital from 2am to 6 am. I really didn't mind, I ended up meeting three students from London who were taking a road trip to the south of France. They had been attacked by 12 pre-teens by the Arc de Triumph. They offered me a ride back to the hotel, but Walsh ended up leaving the hospital right in time for us to catch a taxi back together.
...I'm probably making it seem like the worst first night in Paris ever...but it was an adventure for sure.

Now it's Thursday morning. Good morning, Paris.


I spent yesterday more exhausted than I've ever been. We had meetings at the API center with the 20 other girls in my program (about 7 others will be in my classes).
I slept for about 14 hours last night. From 5pm to 7am now. I think I'm over being jet lagged.

I'm all packed up to move into my permanent housing at the Cite Universitaire : )
Bye for now!

Erica