Anyway, quite a bit has changed in my life. A whole lot of self reflection. An equal amount of being weird. A lesser amount of acting like an adult. Today, however, I leave for Yssingeaux, France. I will spend two months in the French countryside studying pastry in a castle at a school called ENSP (lookit up, boom) owned by Alain Ducasse. It sounds fake, really it does, but I assure you I am, in fact, actually doing this. Somehow I was able to dupe my school through interviews and essays into thinking I was worthy of such an experience. Rolled a nat 20 on a bluff check, I suppose.
Although a trip to France isn't exactly what this blog is typically about, I really don't give a gosh darned hoot. Also there are only four entries here, as far as my opinion is concerned that means this blog has as good as no theme. So there. Suck it. (Sorry Mom and Dad.)
My flight takes off from Boston at 610 PM. I feel... apprehensive? Really actually quite terrified. Excited too. Terrified and excited. Terricited. And apprehensive.
I've had a lot of coffee, that's all you really need to know.
Terricited.
But I digress. I leave from Logan International Airport with my classmates/roommates/friends Kathleen (read: Kait-hlyn) and Alyson (read: Aly-San.) We arrive in Paris around 640 AM France-time. We leave Paris at 745 and land in Lyon at 855 then catch a bus at noontime from Lyon to Yssingeaux. Pardon me, most of that was for my own peace of mind- itineraries are weird.
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