La vie française!

If I'm correct, all little girls dream of going to Paris and so did I. Little did I know it would have happened aid the age of 22 and that I would not only visit Paris but live in France for almost a year. So the opportunity presented itself at the end of University and I made no hesitation in reaching for it. Naturally, my parents especially my mom and friends were a bit sceptical and I was often asked "Are you sure you want to do this, to go so far alone?". I said yes, that adventurous nature in me played out and I couldn't resist as I never knew when another opportunity as this would come around...so I packed my bags and I was off to France.

Now, I was an A student in French at University, as I had also studied the language for five years in High School, so there I was thinking, yes I'm good I will survive. I was indeed good in a country whose native language was English and the second language Spanish, but to my surprise when I arrived in France my first encounter with the French natives was quite shocking. I could not understand a word of french I heard and they also could not understand my french...oh dear...
Thank God for good Samaritans, because without the help of an English gentleman I met on the plane I would have missed the next train to my destination. The goodness continued abroad the train. I didn't know that I was to "Compost" my train ticket before boarding the train, however a lovely french lady explained to the Inspectors that I was a foreigner and it was my first time travelling on the train and my french was not very good...merci beaucoup mademoiselle. With that said, my experience in France was nothing short of spectacular. I had the pleasure of working 12 hours per week for a decent wage and had the the remaining hours and days of the week to explore the city in which I lived, not to mention the school holidays, which came every six weeks.

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