Why yesterday could have been a bad day:
Normally, I don't have class until 1pm, but because yesterday was our first day of class, my day began at 9AM. Afraid of being late for the first day of classes (especially since I had no idea *where* classes were - my dorm and the Paris center are in 2 different districts), I didn't really sleep the night before. Then I kind of forgot to eat breakfast; as most of you may know, a hungry Danica is a very grumpy Danica. We had a general meet-and-greet set for noon, at which I thought we were going to be fed (nope). Also, this is my reading for the first week of school (not counting the books sitting on my shelf):
All the small - and not so small - things that made yesterday awesome:
Although we weren't exactly *fed* during the welcome reception, we were given some delicious gallete du roi (I think I spelled that correctly? Wiki has some info on king cake). It was pretty much the equivalent of eating a flaky stick of butter filled with almond paste.
Also, I am SO EXCITED for class! My first class this quarter, "Art, Revolution, and Urban Life in Paris, Moscow, and St. Petersburg," has a TON of Benjamin-related reading. As some of you may know, I have an unhealthy obsession with Walter Benjamin; my B.A. is, in fact, on Benjamin's work. I get to read lots of stuff I love for both my class AND my B.A. One of our assignments is to wander the Paris arcades; expect a lot of cool photos in the near future!
I have a working lamp - apparently, my frantic bulb waving worked!
And, of course, Paris is beautiful in the snow:
With all the snow around, I just needed to find something warm to drink. So I ventured to the first floor vending machine and got a delightful little cup of cappuccino:
So I guess that was a post about little joys and finding happiness where you least expect it. Yeah, yeah, that was a little corny, but Paris has rekindled my faith in fairy tales and magic.
xoxo,
D

I miss Europe! I hope you keep having tons of fun there! Better when it's warm. When I visited for 2 days, it was just people drinking wine and sitting in the streets because it wasn't weird. :-)
ReplyDeleteDiana! I didn't know you had a blog... or... multiple! I guess Paris might be better when it's warm, but heck, it's waaaay better than being in the Chicago cold! My friend mentioned that it's not usually this cold in the winter; her teacher apparently thinks that the horrendously cold weather (like, 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Pish posh. That's BALMY in Chicago) is a sign of the apocalypse.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, you should come visit... for more than 2 days =)