French Loving And Paris Kisses

XviD LOVING AND PARIS KISSES

A Travelogue

by

Elaine Emily Abonal

My first exposure to France French gold Anything WAS meeting a boy named Julien When I Was At The Country Club, hanging out by myself and getting sunburned like I did "Always. I Was Still a teenager and I texted my mom Saying That I put a cute French boy. Apparently, when i stopped texting Her Back and lost track of time, she Thought That I Meant old French "man" and Thought I Was Kidnapped and sold somewhere WAS. Seriously - She Called The Police, The PNCC (our local traffic patrol), The Hospital nearby, and as soon as I got back to looking at my mobile phone, I must have HAD 30 new messages and 20 missed calls. There Was Already a search for me going on.

Haha.

It Was hilarious and unforgettable goal I did not Realize That starting Then, The French Cultural Would Penetrate my life, whether I wanted it to or not. I've Always Been interested in. Other cultures ever since I Became year exchange student, I Was Always More view of Inclined Towards the Spanish side of Things. Goal-through in college and surfing, I started "making friends from France EACH year - some of 'em Acquaintances, SOME I Will Never Forget, MOST and I Will Forever Be Friends With. I Took lessons in French Alliance When I was getting sick of guessing What They Were Talking About When We Would hang out. I Realized That although how I Said, My name is Elaine, sounded "cute" to 'em, it didn't really get me far Düring a conversation. So I Kept on Learning The Language, Their watched movies, and Had a slight idea of What It Was like in France from The People I Knew. Then one day, IFS (the Institute for Foreign Study), The exchange student I've Always Been company with, "Asked Me To Be One Of The chaperones for The Summer high school groups to France.

That Was A Dream Come True. It was a dream come true. I WAS excited, scared, nervous and chillax at the Same Time and I Felt Like I Already Knew So Much About the Country Even Before Going There, and yet, I Had No Idea aussi What To Expect.

And the unexpected Happened. As Soon As We Landed On The Charles de Gaulle airport, I Had the strange feeling of "knowing I Was In A Foreign Land and Being at home at the Same Time. It Must Have Been Because I've Already Been to Europe Before, I hung out a golden way with My Fricken lot foreign friends, or That I've Been Studying for a French couple of Years. Goal I Was Hearing French, Their breathing air, Taking In All The Sight, and texting my friends That - Ohlalaaaa ... finally I Was There.

I Lived in a small town south of Paris Called Bondoufle With A Couple I Will Never Forget. They Were pretty crazy but i love them All the Same. Babeth WAS blonde, skinny and smoked like a chimney, drank cooked the BEST food I've ever eaten in my life. If I Have Any appreciation for French cuisine or just good food in general, It Would Be Because Of Her. Everyday for one month, she cooked Something Different - from creamed spinach (creamed spinach) to barbecue and bernaise. We Had appetizer, salad, tea hand meal, wine or rose gold (I Think They Were Trying to get me drunk everyday), strawberries and cream for dessert, chocolate, and cheese - LOTS of it. Each time! I'm Not Exaggerating. I must have Said "I'm going to grow here (I'm going to get fat here)" More Times Than I Can Remember. WE WOULD sit around for hours at a time Düring dinner, just talking and watching TV, and Enjoying the good food and company. My host dad Roland, Who Always called me "my great" or "beautiful" to WAS 62 years old Youngest Was The 60 year old I've ever met. He Was a retired rockstar, With A downstairs studio, and All the vintage guitars I do not even know about. He blood to me while strumming on His old school Gibson and did I Thought That time, t.