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Holiday Break With New Family and Old

Kate C. is currently a Campus Reporter blogger at SYA France. Kate comes to SYA from George Washington High School (WV). Read more of her work throughout the year here.

For the Christmas break, my parents, brother, boyfriend, and grandma all flew in to see me. After a series of unfortunate events (lost luggage, rerouted flights, and a bus ride,) they made it to Rennes. My host family attempted to speak English with my family (which they did very well) because my real family speaks no French. To be honest, it was very strange having the two sides of my life together. That being said, everyone got along and both sides loved the other and it was a success! I showed my family around my city and we ate a fabulous meal with my host family.

Mishaps and Magical Moments

Two days later, my family and I boarded a flight to Barcelona for our Mediterranean cruise. Although there were further mishaps (getting sick, a storm at sea, and a new itinerary) it didn't stop us from having a great time and not to mention, I finally got to eat real bacon and pancakes again at the all-you-can-eat buffet. We went to several cities in Italy, Spain, and France. I really enjoyed Positano and the Amalfi Coast, and seeing the Leaning Tower of Pisa was awesome for a photo shoot. Pompeii and the Colosseum were a few of my other favorites.

New Years In Paris

After the cruise, we rented an apartment in Paris for several days. It was on the opposite side of the Champs-Elysées. We had a great time walking around and seeing the city. We spent New Year's Eve there, and the next morning I woke up early to say goodbye to my family as they left for the airport. Although being with my family was tough at times, I was so happy to see them. They afford me with such an amazing life and I am so grateful. I love them to the moon and back and miss them so much already.

I later took a cab to the gare for my train back to Rennes. Arriving home, I realized, "Wow. I consider this my 'home." It's not that my home in West Virginia isn't my home anymore, it's just that now, I have a second home. I know where things are, I'm comfortable, I'm finally starting to get a grip on the language and I love my French family. My host mom told me the house had felt a little bit empty without me. At dinner, Thomas (one of my twin brothers) stood beside me the entire time. When his father told him to sit down, he replied, "My sister has been gone for two weeks. I am not going to leave her side." I love it here. Realizing that my time here is almost halfway over scares me.