This weekend Katherine came and visited me. What is weird is that for whatever knowledge I have of living in a French world was knocked down over this weekend so that I may start again. Over two days I: Crashed my bike (totaling it) when I realized I was going down the wrong part of the road and attempted to get up a curb, accidentally ordered slices of raw beef for dinner, asked for the check and ended up with two beers (?) and collided with countless French natives on the sidewalks as the aimlessly wander about. Oh and then the bike was stolen the next morning.
The frustration I sometimes feel is beyond what I am used to because it's not even easy to just grab a tylenol for a headache over here. Everything is carefully plotted and, as expected, entirely different than the daily errands and routines I am used to. There are always going to be growing pains when adapting to something...I have adapted to my all-French classes so the daily street life is the next thing to get after.
Instead of getting upset that things are different I am deciding to just get quiet, get focused and start adapting even better than I previously thought I could. This week is a challenge because it's full of tests, nasty and drizzly weather and the financial challenge keeps widening with the weakening dollar. I am staying positive, meditating, and trying to embrace the culture instead of compare it as I did in the early phases of the trip.
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