The last days

So I'm about to go home.

It's been a long month, and I've done quite a bit. I've made several new friends, come to appreciate/understand the people in my group better (since I didn't know them at all before), and really enjoyed myself. In some ways, learning French has been a reminder of learning Cantonese, and I've thought a lot about my two years in Hong Kong. The people here have been kind, although I haven't talked to many natives except the storekeepers. Annecy, which used to be a strange town on the other side of the world is now a place filled with memories: getting lost while coming home at 12:00 at night; eating apricot ice cream (really good) from a store that sold 57 other flavors; the film festival, and watching Un Monstre à Paris on the largest outdoor screen I've seen in my life; the lake; walking everywhere; little shops that we now refer to as the ___ shop; watching an eight person drum line during La Fête de la Musique; the small cathedrals (I have pictures) and the big one on top of the hill; the lake, of course; people, places, thoughts, smells. I like this town a lot better than Paris, even though there's more to do in Paris. Overall, it has been quite an experience. But I'm still glad to be going home.