The hello goodbye boys

My hangover has stolen any attempt at being very articulate from me. In a few hours, the plane and I will be heading north, so I'll see you in a week ( avec des cadeaux).

Ne me quitte pas

Oh yeah. This time next week I'll be in Paris. It is different from a holiday, because I have no need to go see the Louvre or the Sacre Coeur or climb the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. I just want to spend time with my friends, and smell a different air. I am so excited to sit in the Metro and watch people. Or to buy books which I cannot order here. Or to go to H&M. Or to eat a fresh baguette with the supercheap Mozzarella that floats around in a little bag on top. Or Kinder Pingu. It will be great. Greater than great. Awesome.

So excited. SO excited.