It's Been A While

I won't lie. Sometimes I forget this blog exists. Lucky for me, I have friends (thank you, Dan O'Connor) who remind me that I do have one and that I should and really do want to write on it.

So we're down to the final 4 weeks. When I say it out loud as "a month", it seems like longer than it is, but 4 weeks is really no time at all. This week is so busy and crammed full of work, events, etc., that I probably won't even remember that it happened once I get to next Monday.

I've just returned from London, where I went to see the new "Harry Potter" film. Much to my dismay, however, it turns out that the whole excited fans waiting outside for tickets and general Harry Potter hype is only an American thing. We were the only ones in the theatre until about 10 minutes before the movie started, and we were there at about 9:00am on Saturday morning. Needless to say, it kind of decreased the excitement, but I'm glad I got to go to see the movie there. London is very, very amazing and it was a real shame we only had a weekend. There is far too much to do and to see. But now I've returned to Paris to enjoy my last weeks here, and I'm genuinely very happy. I've gotten to squeeze in some touristy things lately, like climbing the stairs to the top of the Arc de Triomphe, which is said to have (and I agree) the best view of Paris. I've also been to the huge and wildly popular Monet exhibit at the Grand Palais - I got in line with my friends at 8:30am to wait with about a hundred other people, that's how popular this thing is. But it really was worth it. The collection is outstanding, and you just feel at peace when you're walking through the exhibition, which is, I should add, about 3 floors full of paintings. Coming up is a trip to Normandy with my class, and then I'm just about done...

What can I say at this point? I was telling my dear mom that I don't think I'll really know until I get home what the impact has been. I suppose it's not really worth thinking about now, I may as well enjoy my time here and worry about my quarter-life-crisis that comes of it later.