I now know why Bern is the capital instead of Geneva... ITS INCREDIBLE! This weekend has been by far one of the best adventures I've had. Brace yourself...
So nine of us ventured out on a 2 hour trip to Bern for the annual Carnival that was happening this weekend. This is a pretty amazing event where everyone dresses up. (I was Lady Gaga, and by that, I mean I only had face paint with a black star over my eye.) There were different bands playing throughout the weekend; we heard the drums when we got of the station. There were different street vendors selling all types foods (we satisfied our burrito carvings). It was incredible to see everyone dressed up and see the different costumes. Even more, how everyone was sooo excited about the Carnival. Thanks to Steve, we met the most random people; it must have been the yellow hair and glasses. It was a pretty BALLER night and definitely suggest everyone to go at some point in life. It's nothing like what we have in America. Instead of balloons and floats, everyone was enthusiastic as they embrace this tradition. Here are some videos I took.
Now let me tell you about Bern. It's probably the prettiest city I have been to. I felt like I was on a movie set, expect it was real! The capital building was beautiful, though Emi and I might have rubbed bird poop off our jeans on one of the walls. It might have happened. I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but stop me one day and I'll show you my pictures I took this weekend. Have I mention how friendly everyone is? Yea, and there a ton of people we met speak English which was a relief. But it's a been a habit to respond French. Good sign? We'll see.
Bern is definitely a place I want to go back. Geneva, you're gonna need to step up your game.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Alabama
Mark the day: Wednesday, February, 10, 2010. Life changed.
Okay, so that may be an exaggeration but it was a pretty amazing day. Early in the morning, I rose before the sun did to make my way to the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC). The morning started off with presentation on the current work the Red Cross does worldwide. Then there was a focus on the ICRC involvement in Sri Lanka and how it worked for the people at the time of war and conflict. It was interesting to see how the agency was able to maintain its neutrality during that time allowing it access in the country. Since the ICRC was willing to care for both sides regardless of political preference, it was one of the only agencies allowed in the country during the war. Its with that mentality, ICRC has been able to reach millions of people everywhere.
After chugging scolding hot coffee, we started our tour of Red Cross Museum. The quote " Everyone is responsible to everyone for everything" was at the entrance. It basically wanted to remind people about humanity, and despite what a person believes or does, they are still a human being and they deserve the right to care. This is the very foundation of the Red Cross.
History lesson: The Red Cross was founded by Henry Dunant, a business man just trying to make some cash, or so he thought. He originally wanted to create a business but needed permission from Napoleon III. He traveled to Solferino, Italy, which had just survived a major battle. When he arrived, he saw all these soldiers dying and in need of care. He organized a group of volunteers from different towns nearby to help care for these men. This was a life changing experience and he knew he had to share it with others; thus, the creation of Un Souvenir de Solferino that shook the world. In this book, he expressed that every soldier has the right to care and there should be intervention on the field. 5 years later, the first Geneva Convention was held to recognize the ICRC as a neutral agency to provide relief to any soldier. Thus, the Red Cross was created.
The museum had different exhibits of how the ICRC intervened during wars to care for soldiers. Also, it worked to help families find their loved ones in the war through a index card system. (There were more than 7 million cards present at the museum for WWI alone.) It was after WWI, a common belief that there would be no more wars was shared amongst all. Therefore, the Red Cross felt it could use the expertise it gained during the war to help countries in need. It was then that the agency shifted towards a social aspect, that is currently known for.
It was pretty incredible to learn about a well known organization, and to find out it all started with a man who coincidentally was at the right time and place that changed his life and billions of others years after. Henry Dunant has become a my new idol. I secret want to be Dunant 2.0, but I'll let you know how that goes in a few years. Though, I left the Red Cross without meeting my future boss who would have offered me a job right on the spot because of my witty personality, I did learn alot... and it would be BALLER to get a job there. Just saying.
After lunch, Jen and I went to Old City in Geneva to do a little more research for our observation journals. After taking pictures and notes, we ended up in front of the Alabama Room where the first Geneva Convention was held ( birthplace of Red Cross and international humanitarian law). If you told me at that moment that a few minutes later, we would be on the other side of those locked doors, I would have said that's going in my blog! It turns out if you walk into right office to meet the two nicest men, you can get in. I'm not sure what Jen said to them French, but we both couldn't believe they let us in. Unfortunately, there was some important meeting in session, so we couldn't go to actually room, but we hung out in the reception area, and we were standing where history was made. We were pretty content with ourselves.
I swear, most of my bucket list has been completed since I've came to Switzerland, and if I keep going at this rate, I could die happily at the age of 26... hypothetically speaking.
Okay, so that may be an exaggeration but it was a pretty amazing day. Early in the morning, I rose before the sun did to make my way to the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC). The morning started off with presentation on the current work the Red Cross does worldwide. Then there was a focus on the ICRC involvement in Sri Lanka and how it worked for the people at the time of war and conflict. It was interesting to see how the agency was able to maintain its neutrality during that time allowing it access in the country. Since the ICRC was willing to care for both sides regardless of political preference, it was one of the only agencies allowed in the country during the war. Its with that mentality, ICRC has been able to reach millions of people everywhere.
After chugging scolding hot coffee, we started our tour of Red Cross Museum. The quote " Everyone is responsible to everyone for everything" was at the entrance. It basically wanted to remind people about humanity, and despite what a person believes or does, they are still a human being and they deserve the right to care. This is the very foundation of the Red Cross.
History lesson: The Red Cross was founded by Henry Dunant, a business man just trying to make some cash, or so he thought. He originally wanted to create a business but needed permission from Napoleon III. He traveled to Solferino, Italy, which had just survived a major battle. When he arrived, he saw all these soldiers dying and in need of care. He organized a group of volunteers from different towns nearby to help care for these men. This was a life changing experience and he knew he had to share it with others; thus, the creation of Un Souvenir de Solferino that shook the world. In this book, he expressed that every soldier has the right to care and there should be intervention on the field. 5 years later, the first Geneva Convention was held to recognize the ICRC as a neutral agency to provide relief to any soldier. Thus, the Red Cross was created.
The museum had different exhibits of how the ICRC intervened during wars to care for soldiers. Also, it worked to help families find their loved ones in the war through a index card system. (There were more than 7 million cards present at the museum for WWI alone.) It was after WWI, a common belief that there would be no more wars was shared amongst all. Therefore, the Red Cross felt it could use the expertise it gained during the war to help countries in need. It was then that the agency shifted towards a social aspect, that is currently known for.
It was pretty incredible to learn about a well known organization, and to find out it all started with a man who coincidentally was at the right time and place that changed his life and billions of others years after. Henry Dunant has become a my new idol. I secret want to be Dunant 2.0, but I'll let you know how that goes in a few years. Though, I left the Red Cross without meeting my future boss who would have offered me a job right on the spot because of my witty personality, I did learn alot... and it would be BALLER to get a job there. Just saying.
After lunch, Jen and I went to Old City in Geneva to do a little more research for our observation journals. After taking pictures and notes, we ended up in front of the Alabama Room where the first Geneva Convention was held ( birthplace of Red Cross and international humanitarian law). If you told me at that moment that a few minutes later, we would be on the other side of those locked doors, I would have said that's going in my blog! It turns out if you walk into right office to meet the two nicest men, you can get in. I'm not sure what Jen said to them French, but we both couldn't believe they let us in. Unfortunately, there was some important meeting in session, so we couldn't go to actually room, but we hung out in the reception area, and we were standing where history was made. We were pretty content with ourselves.
I swear, most of my bucket list has been completed since I've came to Switzerland, and if I keep going at this rate, I could die happily at the age of 26... hypothetically speaking.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Are we above the clouds??
My appetite for adventure was satisfied by Saturday's excursion to Gruyere! This is less than a 2 hour trip from Geneva, and thanks to the demi-tariff (half off on traveling anywhere in Switzerland), it was an affordable trip. Well, Gruyeres is known for four things: the chocolate factory, cheese factory, it's castle and le creme. Unfortunately, we could not go to the chocolate factory because it is closed till April for renovations ( I may go back with my host parents). But the other three we experienced.
I ventured off with 12 or douze members from my group. (Have I mention that we like to travel in huge groups; therefore, we have American tourists stamped on our foreheads.) The train ride is pretty amazing. Our last part of our travels consisted of a little tram that took us to all the isolated towns and villages. The countryside was incredible. There was clear views of the mountains and lakes, I still can't get over it. So, it did rained early, therefore, it was a bit of foggy by the mountains. Yet, it convinced Steve that we were riding a tram above the clouds. Sorry Steve. Though the Swiss are advanced in many ways, they have not come up with the technology to ride above the clouds. Give it a few more years.
We finally got to Gruyeres, and like the tourists we are, pulled out our cameras several times to capture the magnificent view. The first thing we went to was the cheese factory. We took tons of pictures of the machine putting the cheese in the different slots (see video). It was pretty cool, but then we left. It was only till I got home to my host parents for them to tell me there was this tour section where we can see the cheese being made. I don't know if my group knew, but I was oblivious to that section.
Moving on, we started to look for food. We followed this sidewalk and it lead us to this icy hill. When I say icy, I mean it was all ice and very little snow. But that did not stop us. We climbed this very long, steep hill to get to food and castle. You should have seen us. I was one of the few that got stuck in the back, fearing for my life. I swear I thought any second I was going to slip to my death. So, the girls I was with held on for dear life to trees, branches, and lamps. Needless to say, we made it. It was only hours later on our way back, we found that the sidewalk we were on continued to a clear road and stairs to the castle. We were not happy on the way back.
After that ridiculous climb up, it was time to eat. We ate at La Maison des Traditions, where they make their cheese for fondue. I shared a meal with Sarah; though we had no idea what we got, it was a good life decision. It had bread, bacon, potatoes and CHEESE. The dish consisted of 90% cheese, I kid you not. It was the greatest thing I have ever eaten.
It was time to walk off all the calories we consumed, so the castle it was. There was a video about the history of the castle, and the narrator was quite the character. He was a bit creepy to say the least. Anyways, the reason for the name Gruyere is for this crane ( "le grue") that flew over a sunset. But start of the castle is still unknown. It has been owned by different people but was finally put on sale. It was bought by the Bovy and Bolland families who help restore the castle, particularly the paintings seen all over. Finally, the canton bought it and it was made into a museum that I may enjoy years later. So, it was really cool to look at and there were many photo opportunities. Switzerland is known for it's castles; hopefully, I'll see more during my time here.
Then the le creme. We got it with strawberries and meringue (a white sugar pastry). In my opinion, I thought its a nice addition to the fruit, but it's incredible with the meringue. But the creme isn't that great by itself. I think that's all I can really say about the dessert portion of our day.
Then the trip home. Us silly Americans got on the wrong tram that took us further into the country side. So we got off at Grand Villard to wait for the right tram which runs by the hour. Yea, we were really pleased with ourselves, especially since it was freezing and and everything was closed. In this little town, it consisted of a pizza place, a cooking school, an antique shop and a car wash. Another Swiss tradition is everything closes extremely early, especially on Saturday and there is no point in leaving your house on Sunday because nothing is open. So, we headed back to to the train station ( a small single room with benches), and we played charades! Time flies when you're having fun because we only got through a few rounds until our tram came.
We made it back to civilization, and had dinner in Lausanne. We were all craving kebabs. Though the better choice would have been kebabs, I got a falafel sandwich that was still good. Plus, I got Coke for the first time since I got here (one of the many things I miss). Then I traveled back to Morges where I came home and slept like a baby. And that concludes my first adventure.
I ventured off with 12 or douze members from my group. (Have I mention that we like to travel in huge groups; therefore, we have American tourists stamped on our foreheads.) The train ride is pretty amazing. Our last part of our travels consisted of a little tram that took us to all the isolated towns and villages. The countryside was incredible. There was clear views of the mountains and lakes, I still can't get over it. So, it did rained early, therefore, it was a bit of foggy by the mountains. Yet, it convinced Steve that we were riding a tram above the clouds. Sorry Steve. Though the Swiss are advanced in many ways, they have not come up with the technology to ride above the clouds. Give it a few more years.
We finally got to Gruyeres, and like the tourists we are, pulled out our cameras several times to capture the magnificent view. The first thing we went to was the cheese factory. We took tons of pictures of the machine putting the cheese in the different slots (see video). It was pretty cool, but then we left. It was only till I got home to my host parents for them to tell me there was this tour section where we can see the cheese being made. I don't know if my group knew, but I was oblivious to that section.
Moving on, we started to look for food. We followed this sidewalk and it lead us to this icy hill. When I say icy, I mean it was all ice and very little snow. But that did not stop us. We climbed this very long, steep hill to get to food and castle. You should have seen us. I was one of the few that got stuck in the back, fearing for my life. I swear I thought any second I was going to slip to my death. So, the girls I was with held on for dear life to trees, branches, and lamps. Needless to say, we made it. It was only hours later on our way back, we found that the sidewalk we were on continued to a clear road and stairs to the castle. We were not happy on the way back.
After that ridiculous climb up, it was time to eat. We ate at La Maison des Traditions, where they make their cheese for fondue. I shared a meal with Sarah; though we had no idea what we got, it was a good life decision. It had bread, bacon, potatoes and CHEESE. The dish consisted of 90% cheese, I kid you not. It was the greatest thing I have ever eaten.
It was time to walk off all the calories we consumed, so the castle it was. There was a video about the history of the castle, and the narrator was quite the character. He was a bit creepy to say the least. Anyways, the reason for the name Gruyere is for this crane ( "le grue") that flew over a sunset. But start of the castle is still unknown. It has been owned by different people but was finally put on sale. It was bought by the Bovy and Bolland families who help restore the castle, particularly the paintings seen all over. Finally, the canton bought it and it was made into a museum that I may enjoy years later. So, it was really cool to look at and there were many photo opportunities. Switzerland is known for it's castles; hopefully, I'll see more during my time here.
Then the le creme. We got it with strawberries and meringue (a white sugar pastry). In my opinion, I thought its a nice addition to the fruit, but it's incredible with the meringue. But the creme isn't that great by itself. I think that's all I can really say about the dessert portion of our day.
Then the trip home. Us silly Americans got on the wrong tram that took us further into the country side. So we got off at Grand Villard to wait for the right tram which runs by the hour. Yea, we were really pleased with ourselves, especially since it was freezing and and everything was closed. In this little town, it consisted of a pizza place, a cooking school, an antique shop and a car wash. Another Swiss tradition is everything closes extremely early, especially on Saturday and there is no point in leaving your house on Sunday because nothing is open. So, we headed back to to the train station ( a small single room with benches), and we played charades! Time flies when you're having fun because we only got through a few rounds until our tram came.
We made it back to civilization, and had dinner in Lausanne. We were all craving kebabs. Though the better choice would have been kebabs, I got a falafel sandwich that was still good. Plus, I got Coke for the first time since I got here (one of the many things I miss). Then I traveled back to Morges where I came home and slept like a baby. And that concludes my first adventure.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Bonjour! Je m'appelle...
I thought I should focus a post about this new language I have encountered, French. Right, we're not friends, but I have a feeling we're going to grow on each other until I can't stop speaking French and it can't stop having me speak French. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Before I started French classes, my vocabulary could be counted by my fingers... on one hand. Even though 9 of us never taken French, the program still wanted us to take a placement exam. Mel (someone who actually lives a few streets away from me in NY, and yet we just met each in Geneva) said it best: "I now know what it's like to be illiterate." There was an oral part to this exam which consisted of a student in a room by themselves with all 3 instructors including Earl. Terrifying.
This language barrier is more prominent in my everyday life in Geneva. I can not speak to a someone in the street, a phone salesmen at Sunrise or the cashier at Migros, but also I can not speak to my host dad and the two daughters. (The 3 year old must think I'm mute because I don't know how to respond to her except with a smile.) As you can see I found it a bit hard to not being able to talk to people.
Classes started and just pronunciation gets me. The "e" sounds like a grunt and the "i" sounds like "e". "R" is sounds like air and "x" sounds EECCs quad at Wheaton. Also, apparently you don't need all the letters in a word to pronounce it. Yea, it must be there for decoration or to give the appearance of importance. Furthermore, I have taken Spanish in school since 6th grade till the end of my first year at Wheaton. I have the urge to answer speak in this familiar language, and even say "Como que dice?". I actually started talking to a phone salesmen in Spanish.
Now, after 3 classes with Gisele, my French now exceeds the number of fingers AND toes. I can proper greet someone, tell them my name, spell it out for them, count too 9999, and where I live. Les Debuates (sorry for the spelling) debuted to all the other French classes our biggest hit "Au clair de la lune". I have learned phrases such as "Je habit Morges" "Je suis fatigue" "Il aime rose". My host dad and I are starting to understand each other ( a lot of hand movements and assistance from my host mom are used). It now is starting to look doable.
Before I started French classes, my vocabulary could be counted by my fingers... on one hand. Even though 9 of us never taken French, the program still wanted us to take a placement exam. Mel (someone who actually lives a few streets away from me in NY, and yet we just met each in Geneva) said it best: "I now know what it's like to be illiterate." There was an oral part to this exam which consisted of a student in a room by themselves with all 3 instructors including Earl. Terrifying.
This language barrier is more prominent in my everyday life in Geneva. I can not speak to a someone in the street, a phone salesmen at Sunrise or the cashier at Migros, but also I can not speak to my host dad and the two daughters. (The 3 year old must think I'm mute because I don't know how to respond to her except with a smile.) As you can see I found it a bit hard to not being able to talk to people.
Classes started and just pronunciation gets me. The "e" sounds like a grunt and the "i" sounds like "e". "R" is sounds like air and "x" sounds EECCs quad at Wheaton. Also, apparently you don't need all the letters in a word to pronounce it. Yea, it must be there for decoration or to give the appearance of importance. Furthermore, I have taken Spanish in school since 6th grade till the end of my first year at Wheaton. I have the urge to answer speak in this familiar language, and even say "Como que dice?". I actually started talking to a phone salesmen in Spanish.
Now, after 3 classes with Gisele, my French now exceeds the number of fingers AND toes. I can proper greet someone, tell them my name, spell it out for them, count too 9999, and where I live. Les Debuates (sorry for the spelling) debuted to all the other French classes our biggest hit "Au clair de la lune". I have learned phrases such as "Je habit Morges" "Je suis fatigue" "Il aime rose". My host dad and I are starting to understand each other ( a lot of hand movements and assistance from my host mom are used). It now is starting to look doable.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
We're going where?
So what exactly is SIT? That is a great question, and I will get back to you once I figure it out for myself. I got my syllabus, but half of it is in French... so, it may be a while until I figure out what is required of me. Despite this vagueness, I have high hopes that this will be a great semester. For once, I'm focusing on a particular topic that I'm interested in rather than taking random classes. I feel as though the burden of requirements and grades has been lifted, and I can bring my attention to a field that I hope to have a career in.
With that said, classes are not the same as Wheaton. Though we have readings and assignments, our seminar is more of a discussion about the reading (which tends to lead us off topic at times) rather than our advisor telling us what we should think. And its not always at the same place. First, we had class in a church and then a gym ( where we will continue to have French classes). I kid you not. But we also have gone to the United Nations, International Labor Organization and World Health Organization. We have had the pleasure of listening to professionals talk about their field of interests and different research papers they have published. So, as you can see this has been a very exciting past few days. I have a confession: when I miss home, I look at my UN library card and that feeling goes away fast. Turns out we can reserve a table in UN for research papers; I think I'm just going to go to see the view of the Swiss Alps or hang out with the peacocks. Oooo yea, they let wild peacocks roam the campus. And yes, my group did chase one and got amazing photos.
Now after, all those lectures and talking with important people, we have one month for our Independent Study. This is an extremely long paper including an extremely long presentation in May. Exciting, right? Ummm, I'll let you know in May. And that's all I really know about my semester with SIT.
Including the many benefits about this particular program, there is one thing I haven't mention yet, EARL. This is my academic advisor, and since the moment he walked into the youth hostel, I knew everything was going to be okay. Aside from being absolute genius, I think its his charisma and personality that gets us. Now, I know you are thinking that I'm being extreme, but you haven't met Earl. All the men want to look like him (yes, 2 guys started to wear scarves like him) and the girls, we just want to learn his dance moves. He is just someone you need to meet and stand in awe of.
I would also like to mention how I locked my host mom and I in the bathroom for a good 10 minutes. Granted we were in there together for her to teach me how to lock the door. It took me about 4 days to realize that I wasn't really locking the door. If it wasn't been for her, I'm not quite sure if I would have ever gotten out. But I now know how to lock the bathroom doors.
With that said, classes are not the same as Wheaton. Though we have readings and assignments, our seminar is more of a discussion about the reading (which tends to lead us off topic at times) rather than our advisor telling us what we should think. And its not always at the same place. First, we had class in a church and then a gym ( where we will continue to have French classes). I kid you not. But we also have gone to the United Nations, International Labor Organization and World Health Organization. We have had the pleasure of listening to professionals talk about their field of interests and different research papers they have published. So, as you can see this has been a very exciting past few days. I have a confession: when I miss home, I look at my UN library card and that feeling goes away fast. Turns out we can reserve a table in UN for research papers; I think I'm just going to go to see the view of the Swiss Alps or hang out with the peacocks. Oooo yea, they let wild peacocks roam the campus. And yes, my group did chase one and got amazing photos.
Now after, all those lectures and talking with important people, we have one month for our Independent Study. This is an extremely long paper including an extremely long presentation in May. Exciting, right? Ummm, I'll let you know in May. And that's all I really know about my semester with SIT.
Including the many benefits about this particular program, there is one thing I haven't mention yet, EARL. This is my academic advisor, and since the moment he walked into the youth hostel, I knew everything was going to be okay. Aside from being absolute genius, I think its his charisma and personality that gets us. Now, I know you are thinking that I'm being extreme, but you haven't met Earl. All the men want to look like him (yes, 2 guys started to wear scarves like him) and the girls, we just want to learn his dance moves. He is just someone you need to meet and stand in awe of.
I would also like to mention how I locked my host mom and I in the bathroom for a good 10 minutes. Granted we were in there together for her to teach me how to lock the door. It took me about 4 days to realize that I wasn't really locking the door. If it wasn't been for her, I'm not quite sure if I would have ever gotten out. But I now know how to lock the bathroom doors.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
We're not in Kansas anymore
Bonjour everyone!
I am not much of a blogger, but I thought this would be the best way to tell you about my experiences studying abroad this semester in Geneva, Switzerland. The School of International Training (SIT) has different themes in different countries, and mine is Global Health and Development Policy, and for those who know me, this is a perfect fit for me!
Before I arrived, everyone said how beautiful Switzerland is. Well, they were right! The train ride home is breath-taking because we pass by the lake, vineyards and mountains (sorry LIRR, you just don't cut it anymore). I'm beginning to realize why this country is neutral. When you walk outside to that, all you can do is be happy. The chocolate also plays a role. I'm not saying I found the key to world peace, but it's pretty amazing here.
SIT has it's students stay at homestays. I'm currently living in a little, peaceful town called Morges. It may be the safest place I ever heard of. Children walk home by themselves, and locked doors are unnecessary. This is not Kansas anymore, or NY! Well, my host family is nothing short of incredible. They have been kind and warm since the moment I meet them. And have I mention the food? I would have gained 35234 pounds if I didn't spend my day running after Earl (that's another story). Though my host mom is the only one who speaks English, my charade skills has gotten better in the past week. Also, I am determined to master French by May.
Hopefully, in the next 3 months, I will have interesting stories and adventures to share. If not, I'll just make some up.
Au revoir!
I am not much of a blogger, but I thought this would be the best way to tell you about my experiences studying abroad this semester in Geneva, Switzerland. The School of International Training (SIT) has different themes in different countries, and mine is Global Health and Development Policy, and for those who know me, this is a perfect fit for me!
Before I arrived, everyone said how beautiful Switzerland is. Well, they were right! The train ride home is breath-taking because we pass by the lake, vineyards and mountains (sorry LIRR, you just don't cut it anymore). I'm beginning to realize why this country is neutral. When you walk outside to that, all you can do is be happy. The chocolate also plays a role. I'm not saying I found the key to world peace, but it's pretty amazing here.
SIT has it's students stay at homestays. I'm currently living in a little, peaceful town called Morges. It may be the safest place I ever heard of. Children walk home by themselves, and locked doors are unnecessary. This is not Kansas anymore, or NY! Well, my host family is nothing short of incredible. They have been kind and warm since the moment I meet them. And have I mention the food? I would have gained 35234 pounds if I didn't spend my day running after Earl (that's another story). Though my host mom is the only one who speaks English, my charade skills has gotten better in the past week. Also, I am determined to master French by May.
Hopefully, in the next 3 months, I will have interesting stories and adventures to share. If not, I'll just make some up.
Au revoir!
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