I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. I've only gotten worse throughout the day. Ugh. I have a fever, too. But my suitcase arrives in the afternoon, which is good, as I have my sweatshirt and more advil in it. I've been freezing all day and my host laughed when she saw the amount of blankets on my bed. I had soup for dinner, but couldn't eat much. My host's granddaughter leaves tonight to go back home with her parents, so it's gonna be just me and Mme Debroise. Thankfully, I do have a meeting tomorrow with AIFS people, so I'm going to ask the Resident Director for a doctor recommendation (preferrably one who speaks English––symptoms are hard to describe in French, other than saying my throat hurts and I'm sick). I'm also going to try and get someone to take pity on me and hang out with me later in the week. Find out where some other kids live, as I know some of them are nearby.
Saw the Effiel Tower today. Can't believe I'm actually in Paris. C'est zarbi.
I also had a slice of melon for dinner. Not any melon I've had in the States, though. It's called Spanish melon, apparently, and is very white inside, with a dark green, pale yellow striped exterior. It tastes completely different from Honeydew or Cantaloupe, much sweeter and incredibly good. Very juicy and has great texture.
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