Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning

Imagine my surprise as I rolled out of bed at 7h00 Friday morning, threw on my fuzzy bathrobe, and blindly made my way to the bathroom. Somewhere in the hallway my host mother Isabelle, ran into me. "Chelsea! Chelsea! Il neige!" She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the door, where I was greeted by a backyard blanketed in white powder. It was beautiful, and I took a bunch of pictures. The campus was silent, and the snow fell all day. The snow makes a most satisfying crunch when you walk in it, too. So it snowed continually on Friday and the snow is still here today. It's so beautiful. It's not even that cold outside- about 5 degrees Celsius- and it's so..clean. The Alps are shrouded in clouds, but I got a peek at them yesterday and theyre almost completely white. Last night, I could hear the snow falling. It was this still silence that just overcame the entire house. I am in love with the snow. Most of the other girls were very surprised at how content it made me. But I was. Tres contente.

So my professor complimented me again Friday. We're still conflicted about whether to change my niveau (level) or not, and UT still has not responded. He was really impressed with my essay about my childhood memory. It was quite hilarious and I may post it on here later so you can try and translate it. My translation class, by the way, is the most difficult class I have. It's so hard to translate idiomatic expressions. It's the little things that trip you up.

I don't have much time, but I had to share the tidbit about the snow. And the new girls are really nice. The one from Kansas was raised on a farm. I called her Dorothy. And I tried to explain The Wizard of Oz to Veronique- so Em or Tante if you guys read this- please bring Wizard of Oz on dvd with you when you come to France. I have to show her!

I love the snow. C'est tout. Im sure Ill be over it in a couple of days, but Im very happy.
Oh! And Ive decided my new favorite thing is eating artichokes. Just steamed and then eating them "the French way." So delicious. And dates. Dates are delicieux as well.

My toes are cold. :)
A bientot,
Chelsea