Blogging From: Paris, France.
Today was a very interesting day to say the least. After an overnight flight, I finally I arrived in Paris. I immediately started freaking out because I don't speak the language. Second detail about me: I very much rely on my mouth. I can have a conversation with pretty much anyone...I like to talk to say the least. Not knowing the language in this country puts me at a great disadvantage. It sucks being limited to the amount of people you can talk to around here. But that wasn't even the best part of day.
I was speechless by the overwhelming history this city carries in its veins. The buildings and overall structures are just breathtaking. Anyway, the best part of today happened when I started noticing that Parisians were looking at me strange. I can promise you that I couldn't care less what people thought of me; but this was different. Some Parisians, mostly women, were literally staring at me. I started wondering if It was my skin color or my body type. Okay, I was really wondering if they were judging me because I'm fat. I quickly ruled out the first option. France is one, if not, the most diverse country in Europe. I figured my ethnicity didn't have anything to do with it. The second option? Well to be honest, I don't think I would get the amount of looks I got based solely on my body type; so no. Then, I started noticing that no one in Paris wears shorts. Weird, right! I'm so serious, though. I walked around for 5 hours and I did not see one woman wearing shorts. I was wearing ripped jean shorts...of course. Everything makes sense now! I love wearing shorts, though. I guess living in a new city requires you to get accustomed to certain unspoken rules. I'm guessing pants tomorrow...
Tater.
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