Orientation week at JBU has come to a close, and at last I am in Paris. No, I am not in Paris, I'm in Florence, but since I didnt' have time to write in Paris, we'll pretend like I'm in Paris, on a river, well next to a river, and the sun is pouring through the surprisingly chocolate-colored Eiffel Tower. I'd like to give my thanks to my dear friend Billy Nye for his spectacular generosity and for putting up with me sleeping on his love seat in his little tiny J. Alvin dorm room for a week (which is about 5 times larger than the average European hostel room). After many many goodbyes the night before last, I headed to the airport with Annie and prepared to leave the wonderful Midwest for 4 months. David
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