The Brazilian couple that I went on a trip with this weekend, Amanda and Andre, are both 24 or 25. He is studying civil engineering in Brazil, he is on a semester abroad in France. They met in Italy but are from opposite sides of Brazil. After eight months of being seperated, he proposed and they were married two years ago. They are very sweet, and I had such a good trip with them. It is so nice to already have friends in France.
When I walk around the streets of Rouen, everyone treats me as a native. It's only when they start asking me question, and I reply with my usual blank stare that they realize something is wrong. After I give them a nonsense answer in French, they then ask me if I am British. I say no, "Je suis Americainne". Then I pick them up off the floor, apologize for my French, and we move on with the conversation.
Before I left I thought moving to France would be an adjustment, and it has been. Or at least the first two weeks were. This week has felt completely normal, I come back to Marie France and Ruben, and it feels like I actually belong!
I hope this carries over in Paris. I am worried it might be a bit of a culture shock moving back into a big city, but I am ready for it. Ready for my own apartment. Ready to live in the most cramped space imaginable, with as few earthly possessions as possible, with as many interesting international companions as possible. I am picking those up all over the place!