A word from Daniel

I've retreated a bit into myself since arriving in Paris. Whilst I can see there's a lot to love about Paris - like the ubiquitous cafés, the metro, the sheer sense of being "urban" - I'm finding it hard to feel at ease.
I'm not horrible at making myself understood, but the inability to speak the language fluently makes me very hesitant to interact with people... And this is not a case of me jumping on the French-are-Rude bandwagon. Most people we've interacted with have been lovely, though the sensation of being prey is a bit wearying.
I'm going to try to get over this, though I suspect it'll take more time than we have. It feels a bit like the alienated feeling I had when I was first at high school, first started uni and first started at my work. I suppose I should put myself in more of these out-of-my-comfort-zone situations, so I can get better at adapting.
Sorry to be all negative, but what's the point of a blog if you can't get a little emo?

On the bright side: Crepes. If Sydney had as many and as good crepe houses, I'd be in heaven every day.

edit: I got over it... :D