So, I'll start with the good news. I got the job teaching for 300 euro a month, so good stuff right? Wrong. I arrived back home to my apartment to not only find that the heat was still not working for the 2nd day in a row, but that it would be broken until Friday when the plumber came. Fantatic, but it gets much worse. So as if I don't feel like we're living under a bridge already, but the oven is also broken as well. So much for "La pomme de terre au gratin" tonight! (potato casserole). We continued to learn that the wifi was still not working as well.
So holy crap, we definitely were living under a bride, paying a about 460 euro a month (x 1.5=american dollar). Donq, il est une probleme. However, things fix themselves rather quickly. Our landlord showed up at our door with a small heater (better than no heat at all), our oven suddenly lit, and our neighbor has given us his passcode for wifi in exchange for enlgish lessons for his son. Good shit, I am sooo much more at ease. I was just simply worried about the whole heat situation quite honestly, but things seemed to work themselves out. Emily and I devoured our Potatoes au Gratin with a bit of baguette and cheese. I'm happy. I have also almost officially been enrolled at Paris 3 (Sorbonne Novelle), almost officially decided to do a year of grad school here (as well as a month backpacking in June). I don't know, it's all very up in the air right now, but I'm so game for such things. I'm ready to explore, learn, and live the way I've always loved, simply, independantly, and crazy all at once.
So for now, I'm going to leave things at that. While hot water heaters and heaters are exploding, life is crashing, and shit is hitting the fan, I am still immensley enjoying myself. I love it here, and hope to one day (after retirement from the FBI of course), have the tea shop/bakery/book store of my dreams. Haha I'm a nut.
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