.Every Moment.

Lessons 1...2...3

1. French markets do not stay open past nine (despite a girl's desperate need of chocolate and cold meds).

2. Stereotypes aside, stripes aren't just for mimes. As far as I'm concerned, they're the new black.

3. There are no traffic police here and people take full advantage. It will be a miracle if I don't get run over.

Paris thus far has been everything and nothing like I'd imagined.  I've spent the past two months trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I was moving to Europe.  The girl who didn't even own a passport was suddenly packing her bags for France.  

Since I arrived a few days ago, I've been riding a wave of excitement and awe, which thankfully has allowed me to function despite my severe sleep deprivation and jet lag.

The last few days have been filled with long walks, boutique shopping, trips to the fromagerie, Parisian cafes, and of course plenty of le vin rouge. The wine here is .spectacular.

Alas, the jetlag has finally caught up with me in the form of an awful cold.  Hence, the reason I will be staying in tonight and making a pathetic attempt to catch up on some homework...

...Or perhaps I'll just gaze out my window instead.

It's Official.