You Know You're Not in America When..

• the newspaper advises you to eat a whole baguette every day... for your health(??). you can only imagine how much weight i've been gaining being "healthy"
•  there are no buttons to cross the streets for the pedistrians. never knew how much i'd miss that little button; it's slightly comforting knowing that it's on your team, trying to get the crazy traffic to stop so you can cross safely. these french people are missing out big time
• the sink isn't next to the toilet. It's in another room.... oh and good luck flushing the foreign object (it's harder than you think)
• there are super, super, old pop songs that nobody listens to anymore playing constantly in every store. or Katy Perry. that's about  it.
• you have to ask for a menu at every restaurant you go to. and for some water.... and for ice cubes. and then the bill. i only hope i'm not picking up any french serving habits
• people are makin' out left and right. (like i said, they have no shame)
• people inhale while speaking. 

time for the interactive part of my blog.  just try it. exhale deeply and without exhaling (at all!) say: "yes, it's in the garage". it's kinda like that.  a little freaky when you're not expecting it

• everyone is in heels. even the dudes. not really, but i wouldn't be surprised
• dinner is at 8 instead of 6. god help you if you try to go out for dinner at 5:30- they will laugh at you. be prepared
• you have to order something to use the toilet
• coins. are. important. bills are used less often. talk about a heavy wallet
• looseleaf paper here is looks like a grid. forget wide/college ruled
• parking is underground (take the super cool rampy-tunnel thing)
• people don't honk. only verbal harrassing allowed
• recycling is extra difficult
• you go out shopping/eating/drinking and there's no airconditioning. you can bet there won't be air conditioning when you come home either.
• everyone speaks in french.

....and that's when i realized i had left america.

Quiz for the french-born:

• what is a parking lane? also, can we talk about cars driving on sidewalks??? they slowly inch behind you, lurking. feels like you're being stalked... only it's completely obvious

i know i've been neglecting the blog. whoops. sorry guys :)

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