Kim and I met up (she lived above a bakery that her foreign family owned) and rode the Metro to see one another often. We figured that public transportation system out fast and thought we were so grown up! The funny part of the whole trip was that Kim didn’t speak French- she was in Spanish classes prior to going to France. But it didn’t matter, we learned as we went.
The only picture I have of Kim and I together is in the airport before we left the United States (otherwise, we were taking photographs of one in another)!
While in France, my family would send me mail every day. Joanne’s cards were always the best; they included Polaroid photos of what they were doing so that I wouldn’t get homesick. I saved them and they are in my France album!