


Over the second weekend, my host family was very generous
and decided to take me to Disney Land Paris! I have never been to a
Disney Park in the U.S. but now I've been to the one in Paris twice (the
first time being when I was 6 or 7 years
old). It was an amazing experience as I crossed over into magic land.
From Crush's Coaster (the turtle in Finding Nemo) to Buzz Lightyear's
Blast, the small child's imagination that remains stuffed down in my
body came out to play. An experience that I will
always remember is when we went to "Stitch, Live!", a show aimed for 6
year olds and younger. (hour long lines and boredom can do that to you).
However, I was probably more out of the loop than those 6 year olds as
the show was in French. The show commenced
and with my luck I was picked by the Live Stitch to participate in the
show. Of course as I was picked from the crowd, my host brother and his
two siblings were dying of laughter. As I attempted to answer questions
made for 6 year olds I could hear the faint
bursts of laughter coming from the back. The show finally ended and we
ate lunch. I'm pretty sure time stopped when I saw there were burgers
being served. It was the first meal that had any connection to home. We left the park early, around 5. We weren't trying to be
die-hard Disney enthusiasts, rather desiring to escape those endless
lines. It was our fault choosing to go on a Saturday. The fun never ended as we went to Vaux le Vicomte,
the castle of Nicolas Fouquet, minister of the french King Louis XIV. I
have pictures to show the extravagance and aura of greatness it beholds.
Each person receives sort of a walkie talkie
that informs the listener on the history of the castle. Luckily there
was an English setting. When the tour came to a close, we hopped back in
the car and drove the 6 hour long trip back home. Currently, we have
just returned back to Lyon. Not only have I
experienced the stretching of legs after a long car ride (possibly one
of the most underrated feelings), but have returned to a house smelling
of delicious food whipped up by his grandmother. How much better could
life get? -Griffin