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I fell in love with Paris in high school. I remember obsessing over the French films. The ones in sepia tones with subtitles running along the bottom of the screen, translating the symphony of a language I could not understand but somehow craved.<\/p>\n

In college, my appetite for the French culture and language was only amplified, which led me to pursue a French minor. My professor was a tall, beautiful, curly-haired woman with the sweetest smile. Not only did she teach me the French language, but she also taught me French culture. The importance of fresh ingredients for cooking (market days), and preparing a meal for the entire family. The significance of work\/life balance and soaking in every moment. The music of Edith Piaf and Carla Bruni.<\/p>\n

While others dreamed of finding themselves in New York City, I often imagined that I would find what I was looking for in Paris. I knew that there had always been something there for me and that if I could just get there, the universe would make sense.<\/p>\n

Here I am, several years later, FINALLY in PARIS.<\/p>\n

So as cliche as this may sound, This trip is more than a vacation, it’s a dream come true.<\/p>\n