French Friday 1

Last night I boarded my very first solo international flight.  After going from Boston to Amsterdam to Marseille, I am currently awaiting a shuttle to take me from the airport in France to my new stone village summer art home.  This is the start of my ten week study abroad program full of printmaking and drawing.  In France.  I'm pretty certain this isn't real.  I can't wait to catch up on some much needed sleep and to wake up in my new bed, in my new room, in my new town, in this new place.  Then, maybe then, I will start to believe this is real.