As many of my friends are jetting off to England, Spain, and France, I’m in the midst of my own adventure—I’m spending the semester in Washington, D.C. However, I’m living my dream (literally)—I’m interning at the Embassy of France.
A self-proclaimed Francophile (and French major), working for the French Embassy has been a dream of mine for many years. On Friday, November 9, which is a date that I will never forget, I received my offer. I was sitting at Angelo’s enjoying brunch with my friend, when I saw that a D.C. number was calling me. I dashed outside, only to hear the best news of my life, and I accepted it almost on the spot. It’s embarrassing, but I ran back crying to my friend and everyone in Angelo’s was staring me—I’m even tearing up as I write this. My first day also brought tears to my eyes as I approached the , and although I’ve sobered up, I feel so blessed to be one of three American interns throughout the embassy.
Life at the embassy is extraordinary. I work in the Press and Communication Office, so I’m mainly tasked with writing for the embassy’s monthly print and online newsletter, News From France (http://www.ambafrance-us.org/s…)—look out for my articles in next month’s issue! The topics about which I write are extremely interesting, so there is never a dull moment. One of the best parts is being immersed in a mini-version of France, though. Everywhere I go, I hear (and speak) French, and there are even a coffee shop and boutique stocked with French food!
I’m always in a state of wanderlust, but this semester has done a wonderful job of fulfilling it so far. Living in and exploring the city is thrilling, but nothing can compare with experiencing the Embassy of France. Oh, and see the “50” photo in this article? You can find me in the top-white part of the zero, right behind the lady in the front.
Photo credit: Zacarias Garcia.