First flight; initial thoughts.

These first few posts will be in English. As I adjust I should start using only French.

The flight here was my very first flight ever. I can not say it was a bad one. The ride was smooth and the food was not as bad as I feared. I watched some good movies (Capitain Phillips and The Grand Budapest Hotel being among them.) and look forward to the French cinema my host mother is so eager to expose me to. There was a small medical emergency that held up our departure off the plane, but I imagine the gentleman is fine now.

I got lost in the airport. Bad. So bad, in fact, that I accidentally checked back in through customs, which cost me a small present for my host mom. (R.I.P. Goat Carmel. You will be missed.) Eventually, though, I foung my way through the terminal, through the baggage claim, and into the arms of my new family.

We drove through Paris to get home. we took the long way because the traffic was pretty bad. Not Los Angeles kind of traffic, but close. My first thoughts were definitely this:

Good God, it's so green. There is vegitqtion and trees and thick grass everywhere. It's almost like they actually get rain here on a regular basis. What a concept. Next were the cars. Everyone has a car, and they all look the same. Trucks are nonexistant. It took about an hour to get home, where I was to be aquainted with the house.

  This is my room. It's on the very top floor. The attic, actually. They converted it to a living space specifically for me, and even went so far as to ask what kind of paint I liked. It's small, but that's a good thing. It's only me in there and I don't need a lot of space. The best part by far is the skylight. It's got a small hatch that I can open up and look out over the whole town. I couldn't ask for a better view. I've got a desk and a bed and drawers for clothes. It's nothing fancy, but I like that.

I get the impression that my new parents, and escpecially my host father Raphael, are excited to have an older child in their home. Their oldest is still in grade school, and so another brain could be a good thing.