How do you say ‘my bad’ in French?
It’s not that I didn’t have anything to write about for the last few months, quite the opposite. And now I’m up against it. Eight weeks later and it’s time for another vacation.
So, to whet your palate, a Christmas newsletter of sorts.
Thanksgiving in Gap (yeah, I’m takin’ it way back) was a family affair. Teaching assistants all over town pushed their hotplates to the limit before crowding into the one private apartment between us, that of the very game Maddy and Sarah. Wrangling chairs from desks and outdoor furniture sets, the Europeans waited as we Americans looked dumbly at a beautifully cooked, but frustratingly intact turkey. With German assistant Ha Nam’s help, I stepped up, doing my best Dick Bohlander impression.
And then WE ATE!
In December, I visited my friend Alizée for a 30-hour stay in Paris. No, seriously. Alizée spent two semesters at Pitt on exchange from Sciences-Po and happened to sit next to me on the first day of a political science course. After seeing her scribble something in French in her notebook, I decided I was not going to let my first French friend slip away. Good thing I didn’t learn to keep my eyes on my own paper.
Arriving at her apartment on the Left Bank at 9am on a Saturday, it was really nice to see Alizée two years after she left Pittsburgh. Her apartment is adorable, plus she is a great hostess. (This is my third stay in France, I really shouldn’t be surprised by this anymore.)
Alizée wanted to know which parts of Paris I had yet to see. And then she took me to see them! We were unstoppable: the Eiffel Tower, the Marais (the Jewish quarter); Sciences-Po for the judging of a literary contest; Le Bon Marché, one of the fanciest and oldest department stores in Paris; and the Christmas displays in the Parisian equivalent of Macy’s Herald Square. Then, Alizée invited me out to dinner with a few of her friends, all of whom were lovely and would have been perfect for a ‘fashion on the street’ feature in a magazine. Oh, and I learned about Miss France, which is exactly what it sounds like and has secured a permanent spot on my radar. Finally, we met up with a couple of Alizée’s friends for a drink. What a classy place. They could have handed me some PBR, and I still would’ve paid 5 euros for it.
Quick as it was, the trip to Paris was so worth it, and I had no idea just how serious Alizée was about showing me the Paris I’d never seen before. Someday I hope I can return the favor…I wonder if she’s interested in seeing a side of the Philly suburbs/Central Jersey she’s never seen before?