Nutella with a side of Nutella

We are now back at our apartment and I am enjoying a heavenly cup of chocolat chaud and the heat of the indoors. It is 30 degrees outside, and this is the first time all day I have taken off my coat. I am now starting to understand why people in Paris have such fabulous fur coats and boots. They never take them off!

Today we went shopping for school supplies. A five star notebook is cheap compared to what Parisians pay for their spirals. We never considered that most books would have grid paper either. I decided that I'm going to try to fit in, so I bought cheap neon orange, grid paper, mini books that still ran about 2 euros each. My hope is that they'll fit my purse and I won't have to go to class with my bright red Jansport. Apparently people just don't do that here. Enough about school supplies....

So I've made friends with the man who works at the metro stop right by the apartment. A few days ago he said to me, "One day I hope to have a drink with you." I may not know much about the French quite yet, but I think it's a good sign. Don't freak out mom, I'm not going to have a drink with a random French man. Theresa said it might get us free metro tickets though, which could be pretty nice...but no I'm still not having a drink with a random French man.

Yesterday we went shopping at Moutons a cinq pattes. It's a designer discount store, which still means that a blouse will cost you over 200 euros. The clothes were beautiful though, and it was still fun to look. We also went to Gallerie de Lafayette, a popular French department store. The shoe section was overwhelming to say the least. It covered the entire floor. Needless to say we each got lost multiple times and there was a chain of SMS (that's texting here) messages of "I'm by Chanel (or Prada, or D&G, the list goes on), WHERE ARE YOU?"

We also visited a wine store called Nicolas, a chain in Paris. We bought three euro bottles of wine that are supposed to be fantastic. The cashier also gave us a lesson on what time of the day you should say bonjour and bon soir. He seemed to find it pretty funny when we all giggled and yelled "Bon Soir!!!" while leaving the store. We've decided he's our new wine guy...well we should probably try the wine first but it's only a matter of time.

I still haven't dreamed in French, BUT I did dream that I was Harry Potter last night and I got to ride a Nimbus 2000. I'm pretty sure that's way better.