Travel Blogs from Saint-Germain-des-Vaux
... presents or shopping or cooking. It's about spending time and partaking with people who mean something to you.
As for myself, I'm excited to spend the Christmas season with my friends here. No matter what we do, I'm sure that we'll have a wonderful time with each other. And I'm really excited for my after Christmas/New Year plans: I'm going to Paris. Though, it's not really Paris that's exciting me at the moment: it's the company I'll be keeping.
Sometimes they make me want to pull my hair out.
Before I go any further with this, I would like to express that I absolutely love being here. I love my life. I love the family I live with. And I love the small group of friends I've made. However, there are moments when I feel like screaming, and moments where I have screamed.
I love the girls I watch very very much, but I am highly disappointed with them sometimes. They can be very selfish, they are ...
... just push myself a bit.
Now the only time English plays a role in my life is if I’m by myself for an extended period of time, so my brain naturally switches to thinking in the language it is most comfortable
in, if I’m with Hannah, or if I’m skyping friends/family back home. In fact, this past weekend, the only times I spoke/thought in English were when I was skyping people from ...
... are boats coming and going, ferries departing for the UK, French school children taking sailing lessons. Each boat is unique and has its own bit of charm, and the boats docked in the harbor change daily. It's simply fascinating. You could go there every day and never see the same thing.
I'm thankful that one of my friends here showed me the harbor the first time we met. It's a little ...
... showered for the first time in 48 hours, stumbled around the kitchen till I found some granola and pudding, and had just enough time to unpack/get my room in order before everyone got home at 6:30.
The girls did what they have now done every day for the first time they see me: they came in, running and screaming, looking for me, and came to hug me. Of course, they came into my room, and though Isabelle told me not to let them in here, I don't feel like it's polite to ...