Things I will miss about going back

As time goes on, I'm realizing that I'm closer and closer to my time in Europe coming to an end, which has me thinking a lot more about my return home. Earlier this semester, I posted about the things I can't wait to do when I'm back. And while I've thought of several things to add to that list since I've written it, there are even more things I will miss about France. So, au contraire of that list, here are the the things I will miss about leaving:

25. Catching a bus to Monaco, Cannes or some other beach whenever I feel like it
24. The fresh fish and produce markets (which I didn't take nearly enough advantage of)

23. Using the excuse, "I'm sorry, I'm not from here" when I do something dumb in public

22. Pretending I'm on my way to Hogwarts every time I take a train

21. Knowing that pretty much every man I meet will be absolutely beautiful

20. The beach 

19. The reaction from people when I tell them I'm American (unless I'm caught doing something dumb, then I'm from Canada)

18. Not even owning an umbrella

17. Eating pasta cooked by real Italians
16. The beach

15. Using conflicting time-zone differences and roaming charges to connect with people back home as excuses for why I'm on Facebook so much
14. Sending postcards
13. Hearing foreign accents speaking English
12. European style
11. Seeing little tiny adorable dogs everywhere
10. Planning my days around which European city I'm visiting that week
9. Chivalry
8. Posting pictures and statuses on Facebook that make my life look cool
7. Having pretty much every place I've ever wanted to visit so close to me
6. The beach
5. Being told I'm beautiful, magnificent and loved by random strangers almost every day
4. But also pretending I don't understand them if I want to
3. Being encouraged to correct people's grammar
2. My very motley crew of international friends 
1. BISOUS!!


So, dear friends back home, be prepared to hear about each and every one of these things (and then some) in full detail. You must give me at least two months to ramble on about Europe until you can start slapping me. Deal? Good.