{"id":8011,"date":"2017-05-01T18:35:01","date_gmt":"2017-05-01T22:35:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/social.rollins.edu\/wpsites\/letters\/?p=8011"},"modified":"2019-07-15T17:54:10","modified_gmt":"2019-07-15T17:54:10","slug":"touchdown-in-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/2017\/05\/01\/touchdown-in-paris\/","title":{"rendered":"Touchdown in Paris!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;d say today was &nbsp;long day, but honestly that past 48 hours has all muddled together into a muddy recollection of airports and buses and planes.<\/p>\n<p>No matter how tired I am, I am here. In Paris. A city I&#8217;ve only ever dreamed of. It is what I imagined? Well, from my first three hours, not really.<\/p>\n<p>First off, it&#8217;s cold. Very cold. My thin, Florida blood has not felt cold like this before. Pair that with the grey skies and my lack of sleep, and the whole city feels somber. I suppose this is what a true winter looks like.<\/p>\n<p>Funny enough, I haven&#8217;t seen the Eiffel Tour yet, so I&#8217;m not even sure if I&#8217;m actually in Paris!<\/p>\n<p>Also, and I feel a little embarrassed by this, I&#8217;m taken a back by the language barrier. I&#8217;ve taken two semesters of French, and obviously, I know people speak French here. But my theoretical knowledge and elementary words pale when I got off the plane at Charles de Gaulle and all I heard was French words from French mouths. I&#8217;ve certainly got a lot to learn language wise.<\/p>\n<p>Going off that, communicating with my host mother has been a little rough. She insists on speaking in French, so I have to really listen to what she says and I work out my responses. But she seems very nice, and the room she has for me is lovely, even bigger than my room at home.<\/p>\n<p>I have so many thoughts but honestly, I&#8217;m exhausted. I&#8217;ve got jet lag like crazy, and I know this coming week will be tiring, so I think it&#8217;s time to go to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Until next time,<\/p>\n<p>Bailey DeVoe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;d say today was &nbsp;long day, but honestly that past 48 hours has all muddled together into a muddy recollection of airports and buses and planes. No matter how tired I am, I am here. In Paris. A city I&#8217;ve only ever dreamed of. It is what I imagined? Well, from my first three hours,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[164,261],"class_list":["post-8011","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hollins","tag-france","tag-paris"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8011","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8011"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8011\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15226,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8011\/revisions\/15226"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8011"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8011"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8011"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}