Made from Red, White and Blue

This is my third, consecutive 4th of July that I am not spending back home in the states (!!!), and it’s a pretty weird thought. My last 4th I remember spending with friends and even sending my what would become French host family photos from the night.  Continue reading “Made from Red, White and Blue”



“The French are rude and they hate Americans.”

This is probably one of the biggest lies I have ever heard dealing with the French, or so I believe. Never once have I been shamed for being an American (except with my old host family, but even the French think they were weird). Revealing my roots, they get excited and ask me about where I am from. If they have traveled to America, they will recount about their experiences abroad. It is quite interesting. Continue reading “Xenia”