An American girl in Paris...almost.

Cole porter once wrote, "A week in Paris will ease the bite of it."

Well, what about two months?

Because that's exactly what this American girl is doing one week from today.

Yes, it's true. I am temporarily vacating my 6th floor walk up for a dreamy pied a terre in the 16th arrondisement. Saying au revoir to my running shoes, Lean Cuisine, and $8 bottles of Best Cellars wine. And saying BONJOUR to kitten heels, coq au vin, and French wine...glorious, glorious French wine.

Now I know what you're thinking, "But Adriana! Aren't you going to miss those 6 flights of stairs? Being squeezed in like a sardine on the stinky 6 train? Or your crazy neighbors that really aught to try therapy (or medication)?"

And of course my answer to that is quite simply...NON.

Now this is certainly not a bash against New York. I love NYC. And I am quite grateful to be living in this fantastic city. But I have to say, I am even more grateful to be getting out for awhile.

So here goes. My attempt to carve out a life for myself in a far distanced land. I won't be alone on this venture. My sweet Parisien petit ami (boyfriend-not "small" friend, as I once gathered) will be accompanying me throughout this entire ride.

I am determined to accomplish a few things while there:

1. Learn to cook
2. Learn more French
3. Make friend's with a Parisien girl
4. Teach a performance class to a few eager students
5. Learn to cook (must reiterate that one)

This blog will serve as my weekly progress report, and hopefully will include a few charming anecdotes that some people back home (James Compton) might find amusing.

One week and counting...

Wonder if bringing 8 pairs of shoes would be considered excessive?