Rhymes With "Dead"... Almost

The false grève, the shadow grève, the grève that is not and will not be grève, did slightly affect my life. But in the long run, this mini grève-like thing is not really a big deal. Yesterday, for example, I had to switch trains at Kléber because mine was suddenly taken out of service. Last night, Jess waited for one at Saint-Denis for at least 20 minutes and then couldn’t get to dinner on time so she grabbed a cab.

I’m, of course, being realistically optimistic about the whole experience— I would prefer to not have to deal with stopping in tunnels for extended periods of time, or completely missing stops I need to get off at. But, being a realist, I am prepared for it when it will happen. Because, uh, it probably will.

And now, for something completely different, my mom and uncle are coming tomorrow! I am making lunch reservations, planning a strict museum-and-shopping schedule, and looking forward to showing off the city. I feel like I know what I like and where I like to go now, so there won’t be any aimless wandering. And there definitely won’t be much “touring”, at least not in the traditional, Eiffel Tower-climbing sort of way.

I also printed out a thick, 62-page draft of my final rapport de stage. Thank goodness I’m almost done with it! But that also means I’m almost done with this, and it makes me sad.

I’ve been buying tickets for shows and events in London, so that’s getting me excited for this coming semester. It will be so fun to go home for a few weeks, eat Chipotle and see my family and crazy friends. And then it’ll be even more fun to jet off to London for 17 weeks. Wee!