Yesterday is History, Today is a Gift, Tomorrow is Mystery

Tomorrowland 2012

For those of you who do not know what Tomorrowland is, allow me to enlighten you. 

     It all started when our friend Ben showed us a Youtube video of last years Tomorrowland(2011).  As I watched it and listened to the music I knew I had to go!  It looked like a fantasy world, of lasers, lights, and Electric Dance Music(EDM)! The festival took place every July, in Boom, Belgium (only 3 and half hours drive from Paris)!  We did some research on the festival and checked out some of next years DJ line up.  We still had a few months before tickets went on sale but now it was time to recruit some friends who wanted to join!  I thought of one of my best friends (who loves her EDM) right away, Schaffer!  It didn't take much to get her on board, I sent her the video (from 2011) and said "You down?!"and her plane ticket (to Paris) was booked!  Now we just had to figure out how we were going to get tickets.
    Tickets went on sale for the world on April 1st, and the night before we developed a game plan.  We were all going to wake up 2 hours before the tickets went on sale, and log in on 3 different computers so we had a better chance of one of us getting in the site (considering there are millions of people from around the world trying to do the same thing as us).  One person could only purchase 4 tickets, so the first one to get in was going buy the tickets for all of us.  We were still a little confused as to what package we were going to get, so when  I got in to the site first and hesitated for just a minute, the three day madness past was sold out!  (NOOO!!)  Right in front of my eyes in the matter of minutes they were selling out.  After my computer froze up I started to panic but thank god we still had Schaffer working on her end all the way in Pittsburgh (5am her time).  Once she was in the site and we saw the 3 days pass was sold out, we quickly devised our back up plan of getting just the Friday pass.  Mission accomplished!! Schaffer did it!! Now we wait til showtime!
     Once July rolled around, we had our weekend mapped out.  We woke up early the day of the show and drove to Belgium, the car ride was more than enjoyable with the sun shining and the convertible top off! We followed the signs (and the huge parade of people) leading us to the festivities!  The first thing you see is a HUGE (unorganized) line of people waiting to get their wristbands to enter.  I am not going to lie, this was the worst and the only bad part of the entire day.  It was so hot that day and standing there in line for about 2 hours with no shade, or water was not exactly "fun"!  Some people couldn't handle the heat and passed out in line! But once we made it through (alive) it was such a good feeling to get those wristbands on and cross through the gate!

     After crossing through, you immediately hear the music and see the giant Ferris wheel in t he distance!  WE MADE IT!  The dream was coming true! We picked up our maps and began to venture around and check out all of the different stages.  There was 16 different stages, including the Main stage, each with the most incredible line up for 3 straight days. Since we only had one day there we wanted to see as much as possible and also make sure not to miss any of our favorite DJs (Steve Aoki, Alesso, Thomas Gold, Bloody Beetroots, Avicii, Fatboy Slim, Cazzette and so many more)!  We danced, walked, danced while walking, so much that I don't think we sat down once that entire day.  We also made friends with people from all over the world and just danced the night away.  Towards the end of the night we headed back to main stage to watch the final DJ, The Bloody Beetroots.  By this point the main stage was PACKED with people!  I mean you are stepping on peoples feet, pushed against one another while you try to work your way through the crowd.  After the show was over, and all glow sticks were thrown, it was time to exit this EDM wonderland and find our way to the hotel in Belgium.  Well that took longer than expected, getting a little lost along the way, but I can't really can't complain considering the moment my butt hit the seat in the car I was passed out, exhausted from the full day of dancing we had.  Thankfully Thomas and Ben kept each other company while finding the hotel in the middle of the night.

     I never slept so good in my life but morning came too soon and we were off to our next destination, AMSTERDAM!  We figured since we couldn't get the 3 days pass for the festival, and we would only be less than 3 hours from Amsterdam, why not spend our Saturday night there.  This city was unlike any other city I have been to in my entire life!  And it was more than just seeing the coffee shops that I always heard about.  Amsterdam by day:  This beautiful city with canals running through each street.  When you look around its seems like everyone is active and rides bicycles! (Word of advice: if traveling to Amsterdam and you hear the bicycle bell WATCH OUT, they will run you over! No joke.) Amsterdam is also famous for their tulips, museums and of course the Red Light District.  Which takes me to Amsterdam by night: Kind of a scary place once the sun goes down.  We actually went into a souvenir shop where the man said in order to do Amsterdam right you had to eat the magic mushrooms, and go to the coffeeshops.  "What the hell!?"  Apparently weed  and prostitution isn't the only thing legalized here, magic mushrooms are legal here too!  Not listening to the mans advice, but just taking in this whole experience!  Then there was the Red light district!  Seeing the Red Light district was even more crazy in person than what they show you in the movies, its even kind of sad.  I don't want to go in to detail about this section, but hey I can say I saw it.  My inner small town girl, was never more shocked at the things I saw walking down that street.  
      This city was like two different places when you saw it by day and then by night.  I would have to say I preferred the Tulips, bikes, and walking around the canals by day, than seeing the wild nightlife Amsterdam had to offer. It was kind of an eye opening experience to see how very different 3 countries can be from one another and all be within a 5 hour drive! Amazing!
     By the end of our weekend vacation to Boom, Belgium and then to Amsterdam, Netherlands it was time to go back home to Paris.  I don't think my feet could have handled one more day of walking around without some rest.  But Schaffer's vacation was far from over, and this was my first friend to visit me in France!  I had so places I wanted to show her, and even check out some new places together!

       

     Tomorrowland 2012 Official After Movie < WE WERE THERE!! Ahh :) 

Life of the Working American girl, in Paris!

Now that the hard part was over, along with all of the training, I was ready to this solo. 

       I worked for a company called Fat Tire Bike Tours.  They also did Segway tours and Skip the line tours through museums (that's me).  My job was to meet (English) speaking tour groups of about 20 people at either the Louvre, Musée d'Orsay, and Pompidou.  After I would check in the families, I would make small talk while we would wait for our guide to arrive.  In France they are very particular as to who can conduct these tours, and they must be a certified French guide.  The small talk would get a little repetitive, getting the same questions everyday but I really couldn't have found a better job.  I got to meet people from all over the world, and each had different stories and adventures they would share with me.  I also join the groups on the tours, holding up the end, to be sure we wouldn't lose anyone throughout the tour.  Easier said than done, if you have been to these museums you would know they tend to be very crowded especially in the summer time.   So it involved a lot of counting and re-counting heads.  All and all the job was pretty easy, and I enjoyed it.  It definitely had its moments where I was left thinking on my toes to solve problems and give these people the best experience while visiting this beautiful city. 

      I had to really learn my way around these huge museums and trust me that took sometime.  The first tour I took through Pompidou was certainly an interesting one.  First of all I had a man who needed elevator access for his wheelchair, and they are not always the easiest things to find (especially when its my first time there too)!  Rule number one of the job, was to make it seem like you've seen and done this all before, professional. As any job you don't want to tell anyone "Sorry, its my first day."  So unlike my training tour at the other museum, once this tour was over and all had went smooth, the guide tells us to have a wonderful afternoon and leaves us!  At this point the group can either stay in the museum or choose to exit with me and proceed to coat check.  (5 floors up, mid museum.  On my training tour the guide met, us and dropped us off at the entrance of the museum, why was this guide leaving us!)  I was enjoying this tour to much that I hadn't paid attention which direction the exit was nor the elevator!  So the people who were ready to exit look to me, the professional. As I start leading them in what I thought was the right direction, my eyes are scanning the hall for an elevator sign.  BINGO!  I found one, without a second thought, I look at the amount of people still with me (about 9) and suggest we all just squeeze in the elevator.  After everyone was piled in and the door closed, I noticed this elevator only goes up (Shiiiittt).  I hear the people suggesting I push the button and I have to embarrassingly admit that this in fact is not the right elevator.  I hear a few sighs but tried to laugh it off (common mistake) but when we stepped out I saw the exit sign!  Only problem, still no elevator just an escalator. Just before I suggest giving it a try, you know, just wheeling him backwards and I could stand a few stairs down and support the back, may be dangerous but it could work.  There was a sign for the elevator.  Only this time I didn't want to live with the embarrassment of squeezing everyone in to the elevator again.  So I sent them in that direction and told them I will meet them at the bottom.  Once I got to the bottom, I prayed it was the right elevator this time, and sure enough 5 minutes later they came wheeling up to collect their coats.  I can laugh about this now, but I couldn't even describe the 50 shades of red of must of turned.  It was also a good thing that people on vacation can also have a sense of humor.  

       I learned not only my way around the museums but around the trains, metros, and streets.  There would be days I would be running from one museums to another one, then going to our office to help out when it was needed.  I loved this job for that reason, and many more.  It allowed me to learn about Paris now and in the history of Paris through it's most famous art.  Hearing the different tour guides explain different facts about the same art work every day, I would learn new things daily.  The other wonderful part about this job was meeting all the people whom I worked with.  The office is like a little English oasis in the middle of Paris, and they would have frequent picnics, and holiday celebrations in the Champ de Mars so we could all get to know one another better.  Talking to people from work, I found I am not the only one who moved here for love.  Some others did the same thing, or came to teach English, or to work, or just to learn french.  Sad as it was, when the summer came to an end (tourist season), so did my job (which I knew when I started).  

      But Summer wasn't all work and no play......  I did manage to fit the vacation of a lifetime in there somewhere....       

Best tours in Paris! -http://fattirebiketours.com/

Job hunting in France

Job hunting in America wasn't easy, but in a foreign country it's even more difficult. 

       After my first month attending classes, I was ready to get out there and find a job.  Of course my dream would be to find this amazing marketing position, (part-time) that is looking for someone who speaks perfect English and very little French. After lots of searching I have realized that job does not exist.  I emphasize part-time, because although I would love to work full-time, with a student-Visa you are only able to work up to 20 hours a week.  That limited my search for employment and also made me more open to any kind of job!  After I transformed my résumé into a "CV", I applied at restaurants, hotels, boutiques, call centers, and museums.  I had high hopes when I would get a call for an interview, but when it came time to interview nerves were high!

      I remember my first interview was at a restaurant/bar chain, called O'Sullivans Irish Pub.  It was located near Pigalle, which isn't exactly the safest part of Paris (from what I'm told).  So I walk in to meet the two managers who seemed pretty easy going, both with strong Irish accents.  As the interview continued pretty smoothly, they told me what the schedule would look like for the person they were looking to hire.  (I was hoping for something after my class say 2:00pm and ending before it got dark?)  They were looking for someone who could work from 10:00pm to 5:00am!  (WHAT kind a bar is open until 5am!)  This wasn't possible for more than one reason.  First of all, the train stops running between 12:30am- 6:00am, and second I had classes!  After trying to charm them in to laying off one of their current employees with an afternoon shift, I was left with not the best expectations for the job. 

       Onto a few more not so successful interviews, until I got a call for a call center position.  (Perfect! I have lots of experience on the phone!)  The only problem with this interview was, it was in Versailles (not familiar territory), and an hour and half by train.  Thomas asked his Grandfather if he would mind taking me to my interview just so I can learn the area a little bit before seeing it alone.  "Papi" being the great grandfather that he is to Thomas, said that'd be no problem to take me 40 minutes by car to my interview.  Now that transportation was figured out, I was not only having my typical pre-interview nerves but also thinking of how this car ride was going to go.  Just me and Papi, alone, with no translator, this should be interesting.  The morning of, I was ready early so we could be sure we didn't hit traffic.  As we drove I read over a few notes I jotted down, and tried to make the best of the awkward silence with no music.  Every once and awhile he would point to a sign or the road and say something, I would respond with either a "Oui" or "Uh huh"(< I don't even know if "uh huh" translates!)  Occasionally I would look around and say something like " le ciel est bleu" (the sky is blue), yes, weather is always a good common interest.  We made it in great time not hitting any traffic at all and arriving 30 minutes early.  As we sat in the car awaiting my interview patiently, I was wondering what was Papi going to do when I walked in for it? (Was he going to stay in the car? Is he going to walk in with me? Would that be weird if he did?)  

       Next thing I knew it was time, and sure enough Papi was coming in with me! (Eeekk this would be weird if I took my grandfather in with me to an interview in USA, but I'm sure as hell not going to ask him to stay in a car!  Who knows how long it could take!?) Once we walked in I let the woman know I was here for an interview.  She then looked at Papi and asked him if she could help him, but he informed her that he was here with me.  She told us to have a seat while we waited, and there were some magazines.  After about another 20 minutes, the woman who would be interviewing me came out and introduced herself to me, and to Papi.  She then spoke in French with him, so I couldn't exactly follow what was said but it seemed pretty normal (as normal as you get with bringing your boyfriends grandfather to your interview).  After a long interview, testing my french skills, and phone skills it was over.  All and all it went pretty well, the french part was difficult but I did the best I could do under pressure.  We walked out to the front to meet Papi, and I'm pretty sure he asked her (the woman who just interviewed me) how I did!?  I remember my face turning bright red, but she responded with a casual, friendly response.  I may have been a little nervous having Thomas's Grandfather there with me, but if it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't have made to that interview.  
      I didn't stop looking for jobs even if something felt promising, I continued to look until something was certain!  I attended another interview just a few days after that. It was in Paris working for a tourist company.  That interview was much more relaxed considering she was American too, and it was all in English!  The more I heard about what the job entailed, the more I wanted it! The position was a museum Hostess, which involved meeting tour groups up to 20 person, at some of the most famous museums in Paris: the Louvre, Musée d'Orsay, and Pompidou.  I would then introduce them to a tour guide then follow the groups through the museums making sure not to lose anyone along the way. (sounds easy enough) This was the perfect job for me, I can meet new people, learn the city better, and get to hear about the most famous art in our history, daily.  
      After both job left me in suspense for the next two weeks, the job for the Museum host called me first!  (woooohooo!)  This call couldn't have come at a better time, classes were coming to an end and summer was approaching.  She proceeded to tell me I start training on May 12, 2012, with a Bicycle tour around Paris!  I love this job already!!

Just for the record, the other job at the call-center also called me for a position about a month after the interview.  But I wasn't going to turn down the position that involved seeing museums daily and get paid for it!  Whoever said taking a cute grandfather to an interview with you hurts your chances of landing a job?

The differences between a CV and a Résumé.

   

        

Back to School!

I mapped out my daily voyage to school, practiced it once, and my first day had arrived!

       I was as prepared as I was going to get, yet still nervous to venture off alone, but if I was going to be living in France for the next year I had to try to become a member of their society and not be scared to be alone.  After 25 minutes on the train, then jumping on Metro 5, then on the 7, I made it to my stop.  Now from this point I just had to find the school.  (Was it left or right?)   After walking in circles for about ten minutes, I found my school!  My class was going to be five days a week (Monday-Friday) 3 hours a day, for 3 months.  They said by the end I should have the basics down.  Yes, just the basics..... 

       

       When I got in my class room, my initial reaction was to introduce myself, but when I looked around I realized not everyone in this room spoke English so I kept pretty quiet.  Once the professor entered the room, she got started with introductions.  We each went around and said our name and what nationality we were.  "Bonjour, Je m'appelle Alex, Je suis Américaine."(Hello, my name is Alex, I am American.)  The others in my class ranged from young to old, male and female, and from all over the world!  China, Japan, Portugal, Brazil, Philippians, Venezuela, Iran, Hungary, Egypt, Russia, and Poland!  I couldn't believe I was meeting people from all over the world in one room.  There were so many questions I wanted to ask them about their own countries but like a said not everyone spoke the best English so that made it a little difficult.  As a matter of fact, the entire class was in French, and so was our text book and work book. (This whole learning a new language is going to be harder than I thought, ummm translation please?)  The class continued and we started with the basics, but to be completely honest I understood about 20% of what went on.  The other 80% of the time I sat there and tried to guess what she could be talking about.  Every once in awhile I would hear a word I understood and try to find where she was.  To me it sounded something like: "Je vousud fhdjsfhjf hfhdjhfu *T-SHIRT* vla fodofosofns."  "Ok, she's talking about a T-shirt somewhere!"  Surprisingly there are a lot of words that are the same, just with the French accent so it takes practice to be able to recognize it.  My new motto became "When in doubt just say the word I want to say in French in English, just using my French accent."  Sometimes it doesn't work and you get a few strange looks, but sometimes it works like a charm, or enough to be understood.

       Just like regular school she assigned homework and said to finish it by tomorrow.  Once my normal class was over I had a break, and then one hour of a different class each day that went from Grammaire, Expression Orale, écriture, Phonétique, and Lexique.  If you don't know what all of those are, well then you would understand how I felt when I looked at the schedule and wasn't sure exactly what I was walking in to.  The different classes were a little more advance, technically my level, but clearly more advance than me.  In these classes I met some more people, and some I could even carry on a conversation with (in English).  But speaking in your native language in a French class only gets you in trouble.
    

(My friend from Venezuela, Mariangel)

        Each day I got a little better and started to understand the language more and more.   Which made me feel comfortable enough to explore different cafés and be able to order all by myself (instead of always having Thomas there to do it for me).   Although I had improved, my accent was still far from perfect.  Which brings me to funny story.  I walked in to this cute café not far from my school and I walk up to the coffee bar to ask for a coffee.  Thinking back on my lessons and Rosetta stones I look at the man and say "Bonjour, du café, sil vous plait." (the coffee, please) The man looked at me a little funny and was like "deux?"(2)  I thought I had pronounced it perfectly but when I saw the confusion in his face, I repeated myself. Next thing I know he has two coffees placed on the bar for me.  At that point it clicked, that my du and deux must have been confused because there I was alone at the café with TWO coffees.  I  took my two coffees to the table to drink and laugh at myself, I guess that's why he gave me that bewildered face.  After that I really practiced what I felt would be useful on the day to day, and wrote them down in my little notebook.

1. I don't understand. - Je ne comprends pas.
2. What time is it? - Quelle l'heure est-il?
3. I don't speak well French.- Je ne parle pas bien Français. 
4. *One coffee and cream please.-Un café et crème de s'il vous plaît
5. Where is                    ?-  Où est            ? 

 

No Eye Contact and Don't Smile!

Things to know about riding the train...

This goes for the metro as well...

   I can look back now at this moment and laugh because getting around Paris is actually rather easy once you know the do's and don'ts.  I will share some tips that Thomas and his friends shared with me. 

   

    1.  Don't stand near the edge of the platform. (near the tracks)

Yes, an obvious but very important first rule!  Apparently when the trains get busy, or people are messing around,  people can actually be pushed on the tracks!! This is true, my friend Florian said it's happened to him twice!!  As I said very important! 

     2.   Don't touch anything! (If possible without falling into the person next to you)

The trains must get cleaned at some point (I'd hope) but chances are they weren't wiped down before you got on.  All kinds of people use the trains as transportation in Paris, even ones that are begging for money (when's the last time you think they had a shower?).  This rule goes for even when you're walking around the train stations, railings, doors, don't touch it. 

       3.  Always carry hand sanitizer. 

In conjunction with the last rule, if in case you do touch something you're gonna want this as there are not many public restrooms to wash your hands.  We once saw a man pick his teeth the entire train ride to Paris, and wiped it in his hair.  Then he proceed to slide his hand all the way down railing on his way off. (True story)  So always keep a hand sanitizer on you, at all times.  

     
      4.  Don't drink to many liquids before riding.

I learned this one the hard way.  I typically would drink a cup of coffee or two, before starting my day but now I know better than to do so before taking the train.  They do have restrooms in some carts (but that brings me to my next rule)

     5.  Don't use the restroom on the trains.

Beyond unsanitary, and I have been told people do drugs in them along with other illegal activity.   I don't care how bad I had to go to the bathroom on the train, I have still not let it come to that.  I would rather go in an ally, heck everyone else does that around here!

     6.   Do not lose your train ticket or get it confused with your other ones.

People in Paris are not patient, and that includes the hard workers of SNCF(basically like those cops that write meter tickets except checking for valid train tickets).  Not exactly the best job in the world so I can understand their lack of sensitivity.  But when they come around to check tickets, you make sure you have it ready and available because they don't like to wait. 

     7.  Always keep any bags in front of you at all times!

You may or may not have heard about the pick-pocketing in Paris but the stories are true.  It's not always your stereo typical thief either.  They don't all wear ski masks or bandannas to make it so obvious (too many movies).  Not just men but also the women and children have been known to steal.  I will state, most are not necessarily french but from surrounding countries who come to France illegally.  But even a back pack, KEEP IT IN FRONT!  

     8.  Be sure to have a fully charge iPod before riding.

This may be more of a personal preference but I have found my iPod to be useful in more than one way.  (Please note my iPod is a less expensive shuffle: you don't want to pull out your iPhone or iPod touch in front of just anyone, easy target) Daily, traveling from home to my destination, I would get asked for money on avg. 4-5 times.  In the beginning I was more on the generous side, but if you do the math you will see that could get expensive, so I learned.  When I would spot them coming I would just look out the window or in the opposite direction, and if they tried to talk to me I "couldn't" hear them, without being blatantly rude.  Thank you iPod!  It also helps to drown out the sound from the sometime squealing train tracks that sounds worse than a thousand nails on a chalk board.  Although I will add, sometimes people have some real talent, so you have to know when to take the headphones out too! 

     9.  Always arrive early in case unscheduled changes or cancellations.

Relying on the train as your only source of transportation is convenient in many ways but it has its downfalls.  Yes, you save gas money, no traffic, and no searching for parking.  On the other hand it can be cancelled without any warning, so if you have meeting, or class you can not be late for you may want to take my advice and arrive early.  With this in mind, I arrive to everything about 30 minutes early usually left having to kill the time, but on occasion I have been so thankful for the extra 30 minutes.  

    10.  No eye contact and don't smile! 

 Last but not least, no eye contact and no smiling!  I actually had to practice my train face in the mirror a few times before using it.  You see you don't want to smile and look like an easy target, but you also don't want to look angry, which also might make someone want to mess with you.  This is also where the no eye contact comes in to play, if you don't look anyone in the eye, it's as if you are invisble.  Straight face, No smile, Don't Forget it!!  

Paris Metro and Train(RER) Map

Just a favorite I like to listen to on my iPod, enjoy!   

Starting the year 2012

       In less than one month my passport had arrived in the mail.  I opened it and saw a full page of my passport filled up with my visa.  It was granting me a one year stay in France from January 20, 2012- January 20, 2013!  For a solid year I will be with my love without having to do the long distance thing we have been doing on and off since we got together.  This was a great feeling, and the timing couldn't have been better!  I'll arrive just before my 24th birthday and also just in time to join him and 6 of his friends on a ski trip to Thomas's family's home in the Alps!  As a matter of fact, I arrived the same week that we departed for our ski vacation, just leaving me time to do some shopping for some ski wear and get rested for a whole week of skiing!  I haven't skied in years, and only on mountains in North-eastern Pennsylvania!  Granted I have been skiing since I was 3 years old, but I'm not sure if I could hang with these guys who grew up skiing the Alps!  Only one way to find out!  After a 6 hour car ride, with stops, we made it!  This area was so different from the other places I have traveled to so far in France.  First off the mountains were HUGE and there was lots of snow, even the style homes were different.  When we walked into the house you notice everything is made of wood rather than stone here, different than Paris, and very welcoming and cozy.  We arrived at night so we got to sleep, with hopes to wake up early and hit the slopes.  

      The house was only a 10 minute walk to the rental shop and there you could catch the lift up the mountain (how convenient)!  So before leaving the house you prepare.  Thermals under pants, under snow pants, layers and layers from head to toe.  After those of us who needed to rent skis had done so, it was all up hill from here!  I have never seen anything like this before, at the top of one ski lift was another ski lift, and another ski lift. They just kept going higher and higher up.  At each lift connecting dozens of slopes.  I made a request that we start small to see if I could keep up, and I see if I still remembered how to ski.  Turns out......I STILLLLLL GOT IT!  Keeping right up with everyone else, I felt as if I was skiing better than I have ever skied in my whole life (and at age 6 I was convinced I wanted to be a pro skier)!  The mountain was never-ending, and the snow was perfect!  We just skied for hours and hours with only a few stops mid-mountain to have a drink or eat a snack that we had we packed.  Now normally when I would go skiing (in PA) I would do a couple runs then go into the lodge to get warmed up and have some hot cocoa, then go back out.  Not here though, we went from morning til dusk!  I was content with that though, on this mountain who would be anything less!  After skiing all day we would come back and prepare a feast.  Each night was something different and big enough to feed 8!  We even had a Birthday cake for my birthday which made the trip even more special!  

      There was a few moments during this trip where I had to pinch myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming.  Here I am back in France, with the love of my life, skiing the Alps (is this real life?).  How did I get so blessed?  While I was out there on the slopes I would think back of my father (the one who taught me how to ski) and I knew he was up there smiling down on me.  After 7 days of straight skiing the fun was over, but by that point I wasn't sure if my body could handle another full day of skiing!  We headed back to Paris, and it was time for me to start my classes!
Ohh and time for me to learn how to ride the train and metros in Paris........ALONE! Eeeekkkk!!
  "I feel so alive, for the very first time, and I think I can fly!" The song that kept playing in my head as I skied down the Alps!
     

Living abroad long-term.....and Legal

Living in a foreign country is not all fun and games. You can't just buy plane ticket, and stay for as long as you want, as I am sure you know.  There are options and all kinds of rules that you must follow in order to do so.  

• Option 1: Marriage-  Yes marriage is always the number one option that comes to mind.  After a few documents get signed, Voila, instant dual citizenship, (sounds easy enough).   

     I don't know about you, but I wasn't looking to get married so soon.  I mean we haven't even known each other for a year ( at this  present day), I couldn't think about just running off and getting married!  My family hasn't even met this man (in person), and their opinions mean a lot when it comes to the person I would be sharing my life with!  Although it's not as if we never spoke of getting married, I mean I wouldn't just drop my life and move to France for a guy who I just thought was handsome.  I can find plenty of handsome men in America, if that was the case.   I saw marriage "potential" in him and saw something different in him that I never found in anyone else I have dated, and I have done my fair share of dating.  So yes, getting married was a choice but something neither of us were ready to do!  

• Option 2: Working Visa- A working Visa can allow you to live in France for a year or sometimes longer depending on exactly what kind of work you will be doing in France.  To be eligible for this you must find a job prior to arriving and have them sponsor you.    

      Once you have that you're good to stay in France and live happily ever after.......NOT!  To bad it's nearly impossible to find a company to sponsor you for a full-time working Visa.  If you think there are no jobs in USA, France has an 11% unemployment rate!  That being said, it's not easy to find a company to sponsor you unless you have a skill or talent they need, and are willing to make an investment on you.  Hmmmm special talent or skill.......negative.

• Option 3: Long-term Student Visa- A student visa allows you to study, and work part-time in France.  First thing you must do is register and obtain an "attestation" from Campus France, once completed make an appointment with your nearest French Embassy.

          Alright now this I can do!  So with Thomas's help we sought out a language school in Paris called Campus Langue.  Once that was done I completed the rest of the requirements and made the appointment.  The soonest appointment available was a month away and unfortunately my nearest French Embassy was in Washington D.C. (about 5 hours from my town in PA).  At least that month gave me time to prepare all of the documents I needed, and there were A LOT!  They had warnings all over the website about not missing any form for your appointment or they will send you home with no visa, and left having to make another appointment!  So I went through my checklist and made sure I had everything, in order, ready to go.  When my appointment came I went down the night before with a friend to stay, and be sure I wouldn't hit traffic.  When I walked in and sat down to wait for my number to be called I felt nervous.  I checked everything a dozen times though and it was all there!  They called my number and I took my folder over to the next man.  He started to go through the checklist.

1. Passport and copy -"There you go sir"
2. Campus France attestation  - I handed him my form from Campus Langue, the language school I applied for and second thing on my checklist!

"No, Miss Drake this is not the Campus France form."  I felt the blood rush to my face and I remember thinking "Shit, shit, SSHHHIIITTT!"  What I had thought meant a form from a campus IN France was in fact a form through the Embassy called CAMPUS FRANCE! (Can I blame it on the blonde hair?)  So I am sure he must have saw the panic in my face when I thought he was going to send me on my way, having to make yet another appointment (in another month or two)!   Lucky for me the man must have been having a good day and let me register for the form in next room (I hear they never do that).  Registering for that alone wasn't cheap, but once I completed and paid,  I returned.  He went through the entire checklist and all was smooth from that point on.  He told me they would further view my application, and send me my passport in the mail.  If I was approved for the student Visa I would see the sticker in my passport, and I should expect it in one to three months.

And now we wait......

If you are looking into a French Visa? Here's the link you need!