Au revoir. Goodbye. Adiós.

In relationships, this usually means we might cross paths later in life, but not right now. In goodbye parties, it means we will see each other again.

There is such a certainty in the last statement that I leave with no fear, regrets nor unease to study abroad in France. It gives me something to look forward to when I am away—a new experience to share.

Saying goodbye does not always have to be sad, it can be a joyful act. I planned my goodbye party so I could enjoy the rest of the two weeks with my friends and family. Yes, I am a planner.

I planned the party and invited my guests, and my roommates made sure that I had hors d’oeuvres and orange lilies on the table. I planned to have fun, and I did.



My past French teacher arrived with sparkling cranberry cider; a member of the French club had coconut biscuits to share; my sister brought the karaoke machine; my best friend’s sister came with a gift in hand and everyone brought the most important thing—their positive attitude.

I enjoyed the soirée with my friends and family. The food was délicieux and the dancing and singing kept me living in the present. I did not think about packing les valises or my room situation abroad. All I could think was how lucky I am to have such great amies.


Five months. They will go by in a breeze. Five months. They will be full of adventures. Five months. They will teach me how to miss my loved ones.

Thank you all for coming and sharing my last weeks with me.





Bon voyage à moi!

Bastille Day Celebration

“Aux armes citoyens

Formez vos bataillons

Marchons, marchons

Qu’un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons…”

Chanting the words to La Marseillaise, the national anthem of France, we gathered to celebrate Bastille Day in northern Phoenix, Arizona.

In the delightful petite pâtisserie, Au Petit Four, my former French instructor and I met with a couple of friends to honor the holiday. Pierre, one of the charming hosts, greeted us ready to accommodate us in the French bistro.

Almost instantly, I switched my English-speaking mode to French and soon began the four-hour evening. With Pierre bringing us each course: salad Robespierre, chicken filet in Dijon sauce, nutella crepes and guest singer, Helene Pouillon, singing the most famous French songs, I did not want the night to end.

I have noticed that during dinnertime the French spend time with friends and family in an unhurried way, almost as if the food is secondary in a dinner, where the whole purpose is supposed to be the meal and satisfying our hunger. I like it.

The easygoing manner gives more room for conversation, not just chitchat, and for connecting with someone. This celebration brought my instructor, an ASU professor and a couple of friends together.

Not only did I enjoy the pleasant evening, I practiced my French before I depart to my student foreign exchange program in Lille, France.

My abroad experience has already begun from the Metropolitan city of Phoenix, Arizona.

Bastille Day or quatorze juillet is the national holiday of France, in which the French commemorate the end of absolute monarchy under Louis XVI and the beginning of a new republic.