I think that the jetlag is subsiding. It's been seven days, so according to the "one day of jetlag per timezone" philosophy, this should be it. Let's hope.

I can't believe I've only been here a week. It feels like months. I guess I've made a lot of progress since I arrived last Wednesday. Now I actually have the metro figured out and know how to get to my regular places (apartment, IES, Institut Catholique). Time is a funny thing these days.

After copious amounts of rigamarole, I finally got my traveller's checks exchanged. I had to present my passport, sign the checks, wait for the man to stamp them, sign the receipt, and pay a 5 euro commission (laaaaaame), but now I actually have cash. All is well.

I've eaten so many croissants already. They're so delicious and often filled with chocolate, which is pretty much heaven on earth. Nicole has also introduced me to avocados (not that I didn't eat them before, but I've just realized how amazing they are). At first she asked me how I take mine: "Avec du citron? De l'huile?" Ummm...? She put oil and vinegar inside and it was SO GOOD. Unfortunately, last night we ate mushroom soup, which was not so good. At first I was tasting it and thought it was potato or something and, thus, didn't really have a problem with it. But as soon as Nicole told me it was "la soupe de champignons" I just couldn't do it anymore. Ignorance is definitely bliss.

In short, life is better. Hope all is well aux Etats-Unis.