just a frenchie girl living in a basically parisian world

Last year I decided to trade in the delicious pastries, sights and copious amounts of cheap, GOOD wine, for the suburban life [again]. I know, I know, HOW could I just give up such a fabulous life?? Well, I’ll get into that reasoning another time. To continue my point though, another thing I traded in was all the steps I could easily get in every day! During my first year in Paris (and Europe in general during the holidays), I was getting in at LEAST 12,000 steps per day. On more active days (which were often), I was getting in 16-20,000 steps! It was truly the good life, as it was so effortless! It was so easy to integrate that many steps into my lifestyle. So since I’ve “been there, done that,” I figured I would let you in on my top 5 tips to help you lose weight while in Europe! (*Please note that this post is geared towards those with unlimited mobility. However, I’m sure it can be modified based on your personal abilities! Additionally, as an American, I may say a few things that

So I'm currently listening to the Hamilton album. It's been so long since I've blogged! My goodness! So it's currently our late winter break (I'm not even sure what it's called). I decided to take a day trip to London. Well, actually, in November last year I was able to score Hamilton tickets the very first second they went on sale! And somehow, by the grace of God truly, I was able to score a ticket during my break! My seat was in the Royal section, row 3, seat 3! I want to go on and on about how amazing Hamilton was, but let me recall the whole day, starting from the very start! Approx. 7:30 AM I could talk about my overnight bus journey, but that's a whole other story. It was fine but it's pretty interesting getting from Paris to London by bus, especially overnight. I'll tell that story another time. So I arrived around 7:30 am at Victoria Coach Station and took my time getting off of the bus and to the station's bathrooms to get changed.

A friend once told me that Parisians never directly look at you. When I asked what he meant he said that they will maybe look at you while you aren't looking and turn away their gaze just in time to avoid any bit of eye contact, or they'll stare at your reflection in the metro windows.  Lately I've been blatantly staring at a lot of Parisians. I've been glancing at their clothes, at their hair, at their faces of stone with my own stone cold face. There's an art to looking like you don't give a *merde*. It's an art I can appreciate. 

Normally, I don't crave chocolate but there's something about living in France that makes me want it. There's something about France, in general. The way of life is so much slower, my days are calmer, and I'm just truly enjoying myself! I just finished the Bonne Maman chocolate mousse that I bought at my local Carrefour City and it's true what they say about chocolate releasing endorphins. I just went for a run as well so needless to say I am one happy Stacie at the moment. Maybe that's why I decided to finally blog. Welcome to my first blog post about living in France. I wanted to do a daily blog, but the structure of doing so did not flow with me, so here I am finally creating my first post. I'm an English teaching assistant in Paris (well, basically Paris; where I teach is right outside the city's line), teaching English to primary students in a couple of France's public schools. I was formerly explaining American business immigration law to compa