Pasta and baguettes

Everything is closed in France on Sundays and I'm running out of food. I finished off some pasta earlier and I'm currently eating some potatoes. I miss American food. I'm too picky of an eater to appreciate French food and I'm certainly not a fan of their tiny portions.

Everything about this place seems to be like a movie set. It's like none of this is actually real. It's all too amazing to actually be my life. I went out dancing again last night and it just seems so natural. I don't know what it is, but I'm loving this. I want this to be my reality forever because right now it seems like I'm not even in the real world. I love it.

I love it, and at the same time I am starting to miss home just a little bit.