Okay, so I really need to start using this thing… I knew I
was going to suck at this blogging thing, but I really should do this for
myself, so I can look back on it all.
I’ve been here about 5 months already, and I have about 6
months left. A lot has happened in 5 months, but they’re really just little
things and just experiences.
Anyway, I can’t write about everything at once because I’ll
die, so I’ll start with my friends and the people I’ve met. It’s amazing how
international Paris is, I find it more international than Miami. In Miami we’re
mostly all Hispanics, then there are the tourists, and well then that’s it
(generalizing, of course). But in Paris, it’s the tourist, but also there are
the Europeans, the Latin American’s, the North American’s and the Asians who
either study here, are expats, or au pairs.
There’s a little thing that I find annoying, and well I
guess this is just my thing… Because
I’m Hispanic people are constantly trying to introduce me to other Hispanics.
Here’s the thing… I’m not one of those people who need to hang out with
something that reminds me of home in order to not feel sad or lonely. Yes, I’m
Hispanic and I’m proud to be it, but at the same time I don’t give a fuck. That
sounds mean, but just hear me out. I’m Hispanic, but I’m also American. Most of
the Hispanic’s that I met here literally come from Latin America and were
raised there. But in my case, I was raised on spoiled American soil. I’ve been
to Honduras and I’m very aware of things, but understand I’m also not impressed
by our culture. It’s ordinary life to me.
Also, I don’t like salsa dancing, merengue, or bachata. Yes,
I can dance to it. I was blessed with the ability to move my hips, whatever. It
doesn’t mean that I have to do it. I don’t care! Lol I didn’t come to France to
meet more Hispanics and constantly talk Spanish. I’m not impressed by
Colombian’s, Venezuelan’s, Mexican’s, or Guatemalan’s… coming from Miami I’ve had
a piece of it all. I’m just indifferent (apathetic) about it. By being Hispanic, yes I can relate, but I’m
not impressed and I don’t care. So stop asking me to dance Cumbia, Salsa,
Merengue and ect.
Meeting American’s, I actually haven’t met a lot, but I
think that’s because in my level of French class, there aren’t a lot of
American’s. They’re mostly European, and I’ve hung out with them from the
beginning. It’s always nice to meet someone from back home, and who understands
my stupid American humor, but like I said, I don’t need to hang out with a
piece of home to not be sad or lonely. I’m not sad or lonely here at all.
Going on the American thing, I don’t miss speaking English
because I talk a lot of English… I know, bad Ana. Sorry! There are two people I
hang out with the most, Sarah from Holland, and Maria from Germany. With Sarah
we speak English all the time, and Maria we speak French. So I get my fix of
English conversation from Sarah. And get to be good girl and practice French
with Maria.
Okay, so that’s it for this entry. À tout à l’heure!
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