A Colorado Day in Paris

Today was a very good day. I had history first, with a new teacher as our old one seemingly disappeared last week and was replaced. We were talking about America in the 1950s including our form of government. I attempted to explain, or rather summarize in a sentence, the Electoral College system. This was somewhat difficult to do in French, but I think I got the point across. I got the feeling they think the Electoral College is the dumbest thing ever created, but I didn’t really have the French capacity to explain how and why it was created. It’s kind of funny, because when I speak in class (which is not very often) everyone kind of turns around and looks at me and it’s kind of intimidating.

I found out I didn’t have my next class (Philosophy) so I decided to take advantage of the light rain and go to Sacré Coeur (the white basilica, also known as my favorite monument in Paris) and listen to some music, get wet, and overall contemplate life. It was great.

Lunch was really fun, me and Victor (the nice kid who sits next to me), this really funny kid named Gabriel, and 3 of the girls I’ve been hanging out with (Marion, Rosa, and Tilla) went to Rosa’s apartment and made lunch. It’s kind of in the sketch part of Paris (Pigalle, on Montmartre, lots of sex shops, where I got off on the wrong metro stop to go to Sacré Coeur earlier in my adventures) but her apartment is on the 6th floor and has an uh-mazing view of Paris. We made some pasta, or I should say Victor made some pasta and it was really good. It was great having some other guys there with me, because sometimes it’s kind of awkward when I just hang out with the girls alone.

After school it was really sunny (hence the title of my blog, as it was raining in the morning and then beautiful in the afternoon), so I decided to walk home. Again, listening to music is my favorite thing to do when I’m by myself. I was just content to be alive, looking at the leaves gather on the ground, and I realized fall is probably my favorite time of the year, not too hot, not too cold, and b-e-a-utiful. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I actually live in Paris, and I’m not just dreaming or on a vacation. Today was a good day.

Brent