Top three reasons I miss La France
Tonight is ChicagoNow's monthly challenge in which bloggers are given a prompt and exactly one hour to publish. This month's #CNblogapalooza: "Write about a favorite or memorable place you have lived for any time at all, whether a country, state, city, childhood home, fraternity/sorority, hostel, hotel or even bedroom." I knew immediately: Montpellier, France. Was it hard to be away from my family, and my new boyfriend (now husband)? Of course. Were classes difficult: Yup; I even failed one. Did I get taken advantage of, being a foreigner? Yeah, but only, like, twice a week. Living in France wasn't all wine and cheese parties while wearing berets. In fact, my host family didn't drink wine, and so I received no sommelier education, whatsoever. They also were more likely to wear a fez than a beret, being Moroccan French. My host family. They were the best part of my year abroad, hands down. If you read one of my recent posts, you know I don't usually believe in luck, but I was lucky to be placed with this family. They are my top three reasons why I miss La France. ...