I have been reading/am going to be reading quite a few books that take place in France. It's great because it's a way of "being there" when I can't actually travel there. But sometimes I get so nostalgic for France that I have to stop what I'm reading and clear my head.
I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.
Sometimes reading a book that takes place in a city or country you really want to go to makes you amost feel like you're really there.
Sometimes though it makes you realize how very far away you really are. And that is sometimes a little bit sad.
I'm currently reading a really awesome book called Sepulchre by Kate Mosse, which of my best friends lent to me because she knew I'd adore it. I do adore it. I really do. But the writing is so good and so descriptive that I feel like I'm in Paris, yet it's also making me so completely aware of how far away from France I really am.
So here I am, listening to Edith Piaf, going through my finances, trying to pinpoint when I can start planning to take my next trip to France. This time as a tourist, not a student. Much more fun will be had! Much less studying will be done!