You guys, I am leaving France in like 16 hours or something.
After this I am going to Greece for 5 days AND THEN I WILL BE HOME.
This whole experience has gone both quickly and entirely slowly. When you're feeling lonely, it feels like an eternity until you are with your friends and family again. But at the same time, I feel like I just moved in. It is amazing how time is so subjective.
I realize I haven't written in awhile.
2 weeks ago I went to Paris again for a day. I couldn't stand the idea of leaving France without seeing the Louvre and Versailles, so I went with some new American students and took the slow train to Paris. It left at 5:30 AM, which is before even the busses are running, so I had to walk the 45 minutes to the train station at 4:15 AM. Fun times.
After our 3 hour train ride into Paris, we arrived and had some breakfast before tackling the Louvre. It was so amazing to see some of the pieces of art I have only read and seen pictures of. It almost didn't seem real as I stood and looked at the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. It was insane.
We had lunch in the museum cafeteria and then our group separated. I wanted to go to Versailles, but as it was everyone else's first time in Paris, they wanted to go see some of the monuments. So I ventured off to Versailles on my own. (Mom, Dad, if you're reading this: I know this is the kind of thing you tell me specifically not to do, but... hey I'm alive still! That's good!) So I had to do a record breakingly fast tour of Versailles. I was there for about an hour when I had to get back on the train-subway system and go back to the train station. I thought I was doomed when I was just getting of the subway about 5 minutes before my train was supposed to leave, but luckily I made it and my friends and I had a lovely 3 hours ride home whilst being hit on by our neighboring compartments' annoying male passenger. Luckily, we had an older gentlemen who decided to sit in our compartment. We think he was doing so in order to protect us, because honestly we are annoyingly loud, so I can't imagine he enjoyed sitting there. So thank God for nice people.
These last two weeks, I have basically been hanging around Dijon and going to some places one last time. It is sad to leave a city not knowing if you will ever return. Right now, I am waiting for the dorm people to come inspect my room so I can get my deposit back. Tonight I am sleeping at a friend's house and tomorrow morning we have to leave to go catch the 5:30 AM train to Paris to get to the airport to travel to Greece.
It sure has been an experience.
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