When Ryan up and moved to Paris, I admit I had some worries. If I can’t picture someone in their home, doing regular things, I feel a bit lost. It was 19 long months until I could confirm that Ryan was fine and Paris wasn’t corrupting him. So for all those who have not yet had the privilege, this log is devoted to Ryan’s daily life and odd things I noticed about how life differs in Paris.
For a traveller with allergies, Paris in the late spring is very powerful. During this season it is lilacs, roses and millions of wildflowers that invade the nose and creep into the deep sinuses of your head that you otherwise take no notice of.
I already know one of the things that I will miss the most when I finally pack up my bags and leave France: the Hippocampe dive club. The French organize clubs around nearly any activity, and the dive club offers the opportunity to train for the next levels of certification throughout the year. The teachers are well-trained volunteers, passionate and informed about the sport. In my case, I go to the pool nearly every Tuesday for swimming and practice for my Niveau 2 certificate. I passed the theoretical exam in March, and I signed up for the practical exam — to be held over a week in the south of France. Fourteen technical dives over nine days.
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