We're here, we moved into the apartment, I started work yesterday. So many new things at once; I'm in overload mode.
I like taking the Metro to work; sure beats SEPTA.
Our apartment is filled with tiny appliances. The dishwasher holds about 2 plates and a glass, the fridge barely holds a half gallon bottle of milk, the oven is the size of a microwave, the washer holds half as many clothes and takes twice as long as the one at home [no dryer], and the stove only has 3 burners.
Eurosport rocks. Biathalon and lots of downhill skiing last weekend. Paris Nice next week.
I'm not ready to try tackling French yet. Survival French, yes. For real, no.
I'm disapointed that Velib [bikeshare] doesn't go to La Defense, although the word is it may soon.
We already have a favorite neighborhood restaurant.
Not sure when the bikes will arrive. I've found one good running route so far.
Tomorrow we get our immigration physical exams (?!)
Balsamic Glazed Roast Pork - It’s been a goofy month. I don’t know if the word “goofy” exists or translates into French, but c’est comme ça, as they say, or “that’s how it is.” It seem...
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