I decided last weekend that I was going to get my nose pierced. It's something I'd wanted to do since high school, but I was always told it was not allowed while I lived under my mother's roof. My sister Sinéad beat me to it by getting hers done just before she left for South Africa, so now I look like a copy cat.
I did it, nevertheless. On Tuesday night, I walked into a kind of intimidating tattoo/piercing salon where I felt like everyone was wondering why I was there. The guy who pierced me, Olivier, was really nice though, and explained everything in nice clear slow language so that I could be sure to understand everything. Ten minutes later, I emerged from Tribal Act (that is seriously what it's called) a pierced hoodlum.
|It is a tiny stud, but it's there. This picture is awkward.|
This semester is a big one for me, I'm finding. Already, I can feel that it's contributed to tremendous self-growth and discovery, which sounds really cliché but is entirely true. I was in a strange place before I left, with lots of mixed emotions about leaving my friends and family. Now, however, I've remembered why I'm here (because it is the most gorgeous place in the world and I'm unbelievably lucky to be allowed 4 months here!) and what I want to accomplish during my time in Paris. And, as an added bonus... I have a hole in my right nostril!
I did something else completely new for me this week, as well. On Monday, I was walking around the Marais when I decided to sit down and have a nice two course meal... By myself. At first I felt horribly self-conscious, certain that everyone was judging me for being alone and that everyone cared so much. Then I remembered... No one cares, at all. I enjoyed a delicious salad and quiche, and then a petit expresso... Eating alone is delicious and absolutely underrated. I didn't have to talk to anyone; instead I was free to people-watch to my heart's content and enjoy my fantastic meal.
|Salad with roulades d'aubergine and goat's cheese|
This weekend in Paris is gorgeous, the sun is shining and its 70 degrees. Today I am headed to the BU Center for a meeting or two, and then to the Musée du Chocolat... A mandatory class trip which I hear involves eating a lot of chocolate. (Sometimes, I can't believe that my life here is real.) Tomorrow is the Fete de Vendages in Montmartre, which sounds promising. Villanova's course registration for next semester is looming ever closer, I keep getting e-mails about it which serve as a reminder that my time here is almost halfway through. But for now, I can't wait to see what this weekend holds. I hope you all have marvelous plans, and if you have nothing better to do... Come to Paris!
Bon weekend, chers amis xo.