The time here has absolutely flown. I’m sort of nostalgic already for Paris and speaking french, for walking everywhere and laughing at silly parisians, for sitting in starbucks or reid hall working and reading books, for having the ability to skip down windy streets and to museums at my leisure. I’ll definitely miss it, but I’m also excited to come home and spend time with my fam & friendz at the beach, mountain house, and h-town.
Speaking of, this morning I went to Breakfast in American. Love. Also, I’ve concluded that americans are by far the best at breakfast. As me and a friend eavesdropped over delicious omelettes, we sat at diner stools and drank bottomless mugs o’ joe. The waitresses were american, spoke perf english, and were FRIENDLY (omg. friendly wait staff in paris? gasp.) The menu had an all egg-white and a substitute yogurt for hashbrowns option, and I could order these things without being shunned. Also, whole wheat toast that we got to toast at our table and other english speaking patrons round out the bill. Love. legit. Egg white veggie omelet + yogurt with friendly waiters at diner stools > croissants and dumb baguettes with mean waiters and fancy tablecloths any day. wooo. america ftw!