Tomorrow we take the TGV to our final city, Paris, a 4 hour ride. I can’t believe it’s been three weeks already. The last couple of days I have had thoughts of home. It’s a struggle to keep translating things, and worrying if you’ve translated the cancelled train message correctly. It’s also frustrating not understanding a word anyone says, except for some form of yes, no, please, thank you. Everyone speaks a little English, most people speak it fluently. More words than we know in their language at least