Paris-bitter sweet.

I'm back in America. I'm in the hospital about an hour from my house in Morgantown, WV. The flight went well. Our plane had maybe fifty people on it, which allowed everyone to have a full three seat row to themselves, enabling me to sleep stretched out. While this starts my fifth week hospitalized, in a third country, speaking a third language, I know for sure that the greatest boost -health wise-I've had in the last month was just seeing some of my family yesterday upon my return. I've already started to write a great deal about my experiences, including the struggles and successes. I might pass some of that along eventually.

Now the biggest thing on my plate is just making it to a somewhat recovery to get back to school. The surgery that has been postponed in the last two countries is projected to take place in the beginning of next week. It's a battle of time. If I can recover in time for the quarter I'll be back in action, but if not perhaps online classes or even(the worst case scenario) a late graduation. Finally, It was a bitter sweet moment as I flew into Paris.

The clear sky allowed me to follow the snaking water it was what I what thought was the Seine, and finally I saw the Île de la Cité with Notre Dame, following the river we flew over the Louvre, and following the waters flow I saw Les Invalides, and finally the massive steel arches of the Eiffel Tower. It was amazing, and though I was at 30,000 feet. I had a moment. Now it's stuck with me. The one place that made me want to study abroad the most was the one place that I didn't get to go. Seeing it from my plane window was great, but it also just makes me want to get there a million times more.