Paris Newsletter: Month Six

Dear Paris,
I can hardly believe that it's time to write another one of these, but it's official: I've now been living here for 6 months. And much like toilet paper on the floor of bathroom stalls or double-sided tape, Paris has gotten stuck to the bottom of my shoes and is wrapping itself around me.

I've spent a lot of time on the thesis this month and it's proving to be the most difficult thing I've ever written. Writing about Andre Gide is like coming upon a wild horse in the wild west and deciding it would be a good idea to ride him calmly to the next town. Not gonna happen. I can't tell you how many hours I've spent at Starbucks this past month, lips twisted doubtfully, writing and rewriting what I hope is fair to say about a book that makes me excited and scared at the same time.

And though I did take a quick jaunt to Prague this month, I feel much more like I got on a plane to South America at times. I spent last Saturday night with some lovable new Hispanic friends and I swear there was more Spanish immersion going on than the Middlebury Spanish summer school. I had no idea there were so many Colombians and Mexicans sharing the "foreigner" status with me in this city. Nor did I have any idea that tango and salsa are dances that come from specific countries. Spanish speaker is not equivalent to tango dancer, apparently.

Maddy and I went out the other night to a bar near the canal, which in all ways looked and acted like it should be located in Brooklyn. I didn't have cash (as usual) and asked to pay by card; the guy said the minimum was 15 euros and so I figured 2 or 3 beers should do the trick. Four beers later, he tells me I only need 3 more euros (see: one beer) to use my card. So I down a fifth and he gives us complimentary shots for being good sports. Needless to say, it has been a long time since I've been hungover on a Thursday morning, but getting wasted near a canal in a Brooklyn-ish bar with two British girls is a rare opportunity for 15 euros.

I re-watched Before Sunrise and Before Sunset the other night and I don't know if it's that or the nice couple of days we've just had here, but I guess the idea of staying another year is creeping into my head. I guess I'm just not sure if I'm ready to leave all of this; a year seems ridiculously short when you've made it halfway...


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