But I have my plane tickets and my passport. Now I just have to learn the language, finish my ground transportation and hostel arrangements, and sock away a little more dough. 1 month ago

I was in Paris once, five years ago. I worked in Boulogne, strolled by the Seine, ate crepes nutella, lived with a host family, took week-end trips to Bruxelles, Brugge and Lille, and fell in love with the seemingly ever fascinating and mysterious streets of the city.

I am longing to go back again. To speak French all the time, to do research, to teach, to work, or to learn.

Maybe Paris, but also perhaps the south-east or south-west. 3 months ago