A Paris!

Most people spend layover time sitting quietly at the airport. We did not. We dispersed around the Houston terminal and walked on those fun conveyor belts. Whenever we passed another member of the group, we'd shout "Who dat!" and people assumed that we were complete strangers bonding over football. Of course, we also shouted out to strangers who wore jerseys, hats, or LSU gear. Plus Brookstone had techno music playing in their big ipod speakers, so naturally Catherine Worley and I had an impromptu dance party.

Now we are in Paris at last. It is snowing! It is freezing! We ate at the school before all the students left with their host families, and I came to Fabienne's apartment. Her apartment is small, but there is plenty of room. It is decorated with a lot of Gone with the Wind pictures and books. I feel like I flew ten hours and did not leave the south. Her collection of movies is almost identical to mine, so I'm feeling right at home. We are going to walk along the Champs Elysees later this evening and get a nutella crepe.