Excerpts from Olivia’s Paris Journal: Chapter V
As I mentioned in last week’s post, I surprised myself by buying a ticket to an international dance battle with the girls from my weekly hip hop class. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but at noon on Saturday I hopped on the metro with an address...Excerpts from Olivia’s Paris Journal: Chapter IV
Well, my soul may love Paris, but my immune system definitely does not. I am sick for the second time in six weeks despite my best efforts to avoid all germs*. I am not typing this post on my clickety French keyboard while swiveling around in my 1990’s office...Excerpts from Olivia’s Paris Journal: Chapter III
It’s Monday morning at UNESCO and the building is buzzing with energy. In addition to being the International Year of Indigenous Languages (which has primarily been my area of focus since arriving), according to the United Nations, it is also the International Year of...Excerpts from Olivia’s Paris Journal: Chapter II
I am getting used to Paris. Don’t get me wrong, I still snap a picture almost every time I see the Eiffel Tower, and wander around my neighborhood in the evenings just to listen. The magic is not lost on me. But as I type this letter to you on the French keyboard in...Excerpts from Olivia’s Paris Journal: Chapter I
I decided to apply to work in Paris on a whim, the same way I’ve made most of my best decisions. I was made aware of the application on a Thursday afternoon in October. Twenty minutes later I called my parents to tell them I’d decided to apply, and submitted my...DON’T MISS A STORY
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