the beginning of the end

the past few days have been a mix of exciting moments and sad moments.

the sad parts? closing my bank account, ending my caf, and watching friends start to pack/having to start saying goodbye. its like looking two weeks into the future, and i dont like it. its wierd not knowing when i am going to see these people again who i have become so close to. the end is creeping up on me and i really dont appreciate it. today my host mom even asked me if i had started packing.. i responded uhh no. i dont want to leave haha. but more than that i just hate packing.

the exciting parts though? wandering around the city. watching louis learning to walk/spending time with my host parents. going on a scavenger hunt.
chloe and i had come up with this genius idea that patrick should make us a scavenger hunt. i have to say it was pretty fun. oh and milena and her brother joined us. it started with telling us to go get a kirstin flute.. which of course i was the only one to understand and meant that we were to go to the boulangerie by where kirstin used to live. from there we were told to listen to the ipod he had handed to us. specifically a selection by boris. who is boris? he is patrick using a ridiculous russian accent to send us around the city for no reason at all while he finishes placing other clues. but it was hilarious. i wish you could listen to it, because if you dont hear it, you just dont understand. we ended the day with ice cream. which i have eaten a lot of by the way. and by the time i headed home it was almost nine o'clock. seriously this whole being light out till almost ten thing is really throwing me off.

i also got ice cream at a really good cafe in place carnot with juan and patrick because my host mom told me it has the best ice cream in lyon. we were then gonna see two museums, but it was so nice out we just kept sitting at our table for a couple hours until it was too late to get into the museum once we showed up! we did pass a medieval marché along the way though. that was pretty cool.
then later in the evening lindsay and i went out to get a drink. who knew that every bar could be filled at 9pm on a saturday! guess barcalona vs. man u is a pretty big deal haha. no drinks for us then since werent really digging the super crowded bar idea.

today was la fete des meres (aka mothers day) and so i spent the whole day at home hanging out with my host family. delicious lunch. french all afternoon. louis to entertain during the time he wasnt taking his nap. id say it was a pretty good afternoon. until when everyone left and were saying au revoir et bon retour. and i was like whatttt.

also. it just hit me that i can now officially say i leave next week. yes, i may still have the better part of two full weeks left here. but today is sunday and i leave on a saturday. which means that when people ask when i leave, i can say la semaine prochaine.