Let's see, since the last time I updated, I went to Berlin:
And Sarlat:
Anyways, I'm really sad to be leaving France. I leave with a new appreciation for cardigans and warm-weather scarfs, a heightened tolerance for weird meat products, and still in awe of the French alcohol tolerance. And, of course, the important things, like increased self-confidence, independence, and vastly improved French language skills. All that good stuff.
I can hardly believe that in less than 24 hours, I'll be back in the United States.1 Will it be super weird? Will I have reverse culture shock? Will I try to pay for stuff in euros? I don't know. I am really excited to see all my family and friends again though!! But it's hard because whenever I leave Walnut Creek or San Diego, I'm sad, but I know I'll be back fairly soon. With France, I don't know when I'll be back. Someday for sure, though.
Au revoir Bordeaux!
À la prochaine!
1. This is provided I survive transporting both of my giant suitcases. I am literally exhausted just from putting the luggage strap one one of them.
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