It’s been nearly 5 years since the first time I set foot in the Paris city limits and that trip taught me that when your current living situation looks bleak, Paris is always a good place to recharge.
I had already decided to go visit James and Leigh for their birthdays when Huong had given me the bad news about the hut. She had decided to leave for good, but wasn’t quite sure of her heading. Being that I’m scheduled to meet Juice and Karina in Pisa on May 15th, I’ve decided to camp out in Paris for the next 6 weeks and learn French. I’ve been couchsurfing between 3 different apartments since arriving mainly because I have an intense fondness for showers.


It reminded me a little of my old Georgetown loft, gritty and a bit dorm-like. “So…,” I asked, after Leigh had given me the grand tour, “where is the shower?”
“Yeah…um, I haven’t been able to find one yet.”
Gulp. I suddenly realize that “camping” is a very appropriate term for my stay in Paris. “What do you do?” I ask.
“Well, I go to a friend’s house, sometimes Vero & James’, or I go swimming.”
Time to find a swim cap, I guess.
4 comments:
damn Lil' sis! Well good to see ya blogging again, let's us know ur still doing ur thang. Keep in touch more and take care!! Bro
sandninja - very funny stories from the greek islands, and video, too. how's the french coming along?
je parle comme un'enfante.
and my spelling is atrocious.
you're good at talking photos 'eather. you should try and get some money out of that.
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