I've never met a closet I couldn't fill. Until this weekend. This Saturday I finally moved in with my actual host family, and thus, was finally able to unpack and see all of my wrinkled, navy-color-palette'd clothes (everything matches better that way, so sorry not sorry if I look like a smurf in all of my pictures). My new room is probably two...
I went my first 24 hours in Tours without a sip of wine. Travesty? Quite possibly. Impressive? Most definitely. I decided to celebrate that fact by indulging in my first (of four) glass of rosé that day. But, let me rewind to first arriving in Tours. After not leaving JFK until 1:30am, we finally arrived in Paris at around 2:00pm on Saturday afternoon....
My flight's already delayed, I'm still not quite done packing, I don't actually think I remember any French, and I don't know what classes I'm taking but #yolo (still a thing, right?) I'm off to Tours, France! Seeing as my friends have lovingly decided I'm going to be the abroad guinea pig/practice child whose mistakes they will learn from, I will be posting...
