Ma maison française

To get to where I’m staying we took a forever long bus ride during rush hour in a huge pink bus (that I think was moving faster than some of the cars around us—magic?). But I think it was worth it.


Seriously? I think I will be posting way too many pictures of where I’m staying but this house is the coolest thing that could happen to me here. Here is my room (with a little kitchenette, couch, and huge TV)




and the room of my roommate.




We flipped a coin to see who got which room. I still can't decide who got the better deal.

This is how we get into the house, by the basement.


And how we get into the yard.


There is more to come, but it will have to wait until I get internet access again, which might not be for a while.