Until Aubrey sent me a snapchat to remind me of the non-celebrated holiday in France, I had no idea it was St. Patty's Day! I was hopeful of continuing some sort of green/Irish celebrations...but that wasn't happening. At least not in my house.
Thankfully, Hannah wanted to keep the Nelson family traditions alive and invited me over for some green-food feasting and watching an Irish film. Well, the feasting consisted of our Carrefour icecream, green Pringles, and some Pistachio chocolate. Nothing like the corned beef and cabbage that I would have died to eat that night! Especially after the circus-dinner that occurred with the three extra kids that were in town . I was about to go crazy.
So a brisk night walk over to Hannah's was really quite wonderful. We watched "The Silent Man" and 'manged' on our unhealthy goods. Unfortunately, I got out of there late and saw that the trains I usually take to get home were no longer running and it was by bus that I was to get home...in another hour and a half. I wanted to die. Not only was it a long journey home at one in the morning, but I was surrounded by drunk, obnoxious people who reeked of ale and sweat.
Moral of the story: never again.
I got to Sevres at 1:30, walked home in the freezing weather, and finally hit the bed at 2. Only to wake up at 7 and do the whole morning routine again. Oh I am going to be sooo happy to be done with this job! So. Happy. But so sad to leave Paris! Oh well, I can't dwell on that yet.
Funniest part of the night was when I told my host parents that I was going out and they immediately started recommending great bars to go to for students and to wear green and to drink green beer. Ya....I didn't have the heart to tell them that my version of "going out" on St. Patty's Day was to eat green things and watch a movie at a friends. Us Mormons are certainly a peculiar people in this world!
"The Life" as an Au Pair, a Mormon, and a girl looking for wild adventures in Paris
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“Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
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