I knew this would be the most bittersweet period of my stay here, and it has been just that. I went to midnight mass at Notre Dame, which was absolutely amazing. (My mom was very glad to hear it as well..) I could understand parts of the sermon, and I understood the general message. It was the same as every year, and it reminded me of home, though I have to admit, I prefer the midnight mass at St. James in my home town. Don’t get me wrong, Notre Dame was epic. I just find smaller, more homey services a bit more intriguing and enjoyable.
I made Christmas Eve dinner with a friend in my amazing flat, and then I went to a friend’s dinner party on Christmas day. I think my favorite bit was the walk down the Seine after midnight mass to my métro stop. It was peaceful, just the right temperature, and Notre Dame was magnificent glowing in the background. The streets were all lit up with lights, as is customary all night on Christmas Eve. There was a real sense of peace in all of it.
My time here is coming to a rapid halt, and I am determined to make the most of it. Then, a whole new life is waiting for me. I feel very hopeful, and very very lucky. Merry Christmas and Joyeux Noel everyone!
