So, it has been over a month, really seven weeks and I am still feeling my way about. There are times when I say to my self "pinch me, I am in PARIS!!!" and then there are times when I say "what the hell was I thinking" - but I haven't truly wanted to give up. I have met a couple of women here at the school who are pretty much in the same boat as I am but maybe aren't as, how shall we say politely - as vocal as I am? They are miserable and paralyzed and focusing on all of the negatives - "I can't speak the language, I can't make the decisions because my spouse wants a say but he is never around, the kids are struggling" - I too have felt this, cried this and argued this. However, we have this chance to live in this magical place, a place that most people will never even get the chance to visit and we are complaining because it's difficult?! We need to do what we can, tell our spouses to step up to the plate and take charge of our destiny. The reward is too lovely - as Hemingway said it, "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man (or woman), then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” And I truly feel that way - this is a gift to myself and my girls - no matter how difficult - we are doing what most people only dream about. And I am going to enjoy every minute of every day - good or bad. I am living a dream and I am blessed to do so - plus, there is that pain au chocolat!