Dear Diary

I'm feeling much better since Friday. My homesickness has subsided and I'm back into the groove of things in Paris. With a little help from my Parisian friends, especially Lorenzo, I realized life may be challenging in France, but easy is boring.

I start French class again tomorrow. I've missed about five days. I need to get back to devoting at least two hours a day to learning French. Now, if I could only stop watching American TV at night. I can honestly say that will NEVER happen. I love My Name Is Earl, American Idol, Boston Legal, Charmed...

I'm somewhat tired from last night. I wasn't planning on going out, but Lorenzo and Alex had people over for drinks with the eventual destination being Queen on the Champs Elysee. Even though I was in my pajamas, I quickly changed and headed out the door at 1:30 a.m. excited not only to see the boys, but to hear DJ Abel from the states. We arrived at Queen around 3 a.m. The crowd was interesting - a bit scary. The music was exceptional. I stood to the side watching Abel spin. I don't know how all the equipment operates, but I'm sure excited to one day learn and experience it for myself.

Around 5 a.m., I was cooked. My 35 minute walk home was a little painful. It's cold in Paris - unusually cold. Which irritates me when I see the weather in Chicago is a balmy 65 degrees. Of course the year we move, they have one of the warmest winters on record with Paris having one of the coldest. I'm ready for spring.

Now, maybe I'll take a nap. Chris is lying down before he bakes cookies. He makes the best chocolate chip cookies. I need to share the with everyone since I've tasted the cookies in Paris and they're not good. Dry. Very dry.