Things I Learned This Week (And the Week Before)

You can drink alcohol in public in Paris.
I cannot walk from the arrondissement where I work to the one where I live after dark.
I understand more French than I think I do.
The guy at the salad bar I frequent has a crush on me.
The view from Montparnasse Tower is pretty spectacular!
Cocktails are sometimes referred to as cocktails, but other times are referred to as “long drinks.”
A PlayStation 3 purchased in the US and plugged into an outlet in Paris will not blow up/catch on fire/self-destruct.
Eastern Europeans wear their wedding rings on their right hands, and now some Western Europeans are following suit.
I enjoy running with a running partner! (And, subsequently, I also learned that I can run further and for longer while with one.)
Fresh baguette + goat cheese = pure bliss (and my friend Célia tells me I need to try adding honey)
Sometimes you just have to let go. And sometimes you just have to trust people.
Rain during a picnic does not necessarily ruin said picnic.
I don’t know anything about life.
Black sheath dress + black heels + metro at night = uncomfortable
Sometimes the best sentences are spoken without using words.
The tolerance required to consume as much wine as is common in French culture is higher than my own. But I’m working on it.
No, I don’t care that you are from NYC and used to be in a band. And no, I won’t go to a concert with you tomorrow. (Something I learned, but the guy did not)
Sharing a dinner table with strangers is a recipe for a good time… even if you don’t speak their language.
Sophia thinks I sing “like a Disney Princess.” (Is that good or bad?)
I LOVE laughing. And when other people laugh. And when we laugh together.
I miss the NFL like WOAH. (Must… find… way… to attend… yearly… Patriots game!!! Ugh!)
Things change fast. Roll with it.