better days

one side of my room.

my attic

the last two weeks were full of new friends, places and experiences. at times it seems as though the frustration is all youre capable of feeling. but ive come to realize that feeling helpless isn’t so bad. problems arise because the french aren’t willing to help. but thats the french and who am i to make them change?

we walk for miles and miles everyday. around every corner is something new to try to understand and master.

the people here dress in dark, somber colors and it matches their attitudes at times. perhaps that’s why most can figure out im american before i speak. i just ooze midwestern optimism.

we go bar hopping, grocery shopping and tango dancing. the young men shout vulgar comments once the sun goes down and i wonder how many of them i sit next to in class.

some days are easy. some are hard. but in the end, its all worth it and that’s important. best cure for homesickness i found? a big mac.

written by  lepetiteprof on February 2, 2007 from Lille, France
from the travel blog: every day, every night, every time
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