Remember that one time I went to Paris?
Just kidding, I've been to Paris more than once.
The trip I'm referring to is the day trip to Paris that turned into a day trip to Paris and a night at the Charles de Gaulle airport.
Despite the many things that went wrong on that trip, though, at least one thing went right because I got to make a wish on the star at Notre Dame. Granted I was surrounded by a bunch of annoying teenagers, but that's okay. And sure, my wish didn't turn out like I hoped it would, but it did come true.
I hate it when fate is tricky like that.
Unfortunately, my only photo evidence of accomplishing this is on my computer, surrounded by layers of bubble wrap and in my luggage on its way back to the USA. Or, it would be if DHL had picked up my luggage today. Instead it was just me and my luggage sitting outside reading a book while we waited for a truck that never came.
I do have proof of that though:
I can't decide which was more fun, sitting there reading for two hours or dragging my luggage back up the stairs after no one showed up. (The elevator is broken from floor 0 to 1.)
Most of all I'm looking forward to re-dragging my luggage down tomorrow and another two hours of quality time with these belongings before they really head back to the states.
Just kidding, I've been to Paris more than once.
The trip I'm referring to is the day trip to Paris that turned into a day trip to Paris and a night at the Charles de Gaulle airport.
Despite the many things that went wrong on that trip, though, at least one thing went right because I got to make a wish on the star at Notre Dame. Granted I was surrounded by a bunch of annoying teenagers, but that's okay. And sure, my wish didn't turn out like I hoped it would, but it did come true.
I hate it when fate is tricky like that.
Unfortunately, my only photo evidence of accomplishing this is on my computer, surrounded by layers of bubble wrap and in my luggage on its way back to the USA. Or, it would be if DHL had picked up my luggage today. Instead it was just me and my luggage sitting outside reading a book while we waited for a truck that never came.
I do have proof of that though:
I can't decide which was more fun, sitting there reading for two hours or dragging my luggage back up the stairs after no one showed up. (The elevator is broken from floor 0 to 1.)
Most of all I'm looking forward to re-dragging my luggage down tomorrow and another two hours of quality time with these belongings before they really head back to the states.
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