Day 54: Saturday December 3rd, 2011 Even when planned correctly, shit happens. I said no to clubs and Karlee, and was rewarded by… My phone’s alarm didn’t go off, as it was inbetween the wall and the bed. It was 7:30, a half an hour after I had planned to … Get hard
Day 53: Friday December 2nd, 2011 Karlee and I woke up to the sound of running water. No, not running water. Piss. The Quebecois guy was swaying and pissing in the corner of the hostel room right below us, pitter-pattering on the floor. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Day 52: Thursday December 1st, 2011 I got up really late, feeling like shit and missing the free breakfast. I grudgingly got out of bed and went to a falafel place called Maoz Vegetarian, thinking veggies and hummus would do me wonders, but my stomach didn’t agree, so I packed … Get hard
Day 51: Wednesday November 30th, 2011 To liven things up, you can turn my blog into a drinking game. I could make up a lot of rules and make it complicated, but you really only need two for it to be worthwhile. Every time I have a parenthetical missive, take … Get hard
Day 38: Thursday November 17th, 2011 So, Holland. They basically all speak three languages: Dutch, French and English, and it barely felt like I was in a foreign land except in the grocery store. Amsterdam is a beautiful city of 17th century canals (another UNESCO gem) resulting in a map … Get hard
Day 50 (!): Tuesday November 29th, 2011 In the early butt crack of the day, I had OJ and some awesome homemade jam (fig and prunes) and butter on bread. I made my goodbyes with Sylvie and Augustin. I had a wonderful restive experience in Pibrac, and reveled in their … Get hard
Day 49: Monday November 28th, 2011 I slept in till about 11:30 in the morning, probably the latest I’ve slept since my partying in Oxford. It felt amazing. Sylvie said she forgot how it was like living with teenagers. I’m 23, thank you very much. I just haven’t grown much.
Day 48: Sunday November 27th, 2011 I hadn’t really connected with Sylvie definitely yet, which was a possible issue, since I was supposed to be leaving with her to Toulouse today. She wasn’t responding to e-mail and I couldn’t figure out how to dial her number. So I utilized the … Get hard
Day 47: Saturday November 26th, 2011 That morning, I was off. I made my goodbyes with Pauline, who was a saint. She was so nice, so hospitable, and I’ll always remember my odd French Thanksgiving. Maybe in other circumstances we’d go out on the town a bit more, but I … Get hard
Day 46: Friday November 25th, 2011 The morning began with an alarm clock. And not my alarm clock. But Claire’s. For the second day in a row, her alarm goes off at around 8-9 in the morning, and goes on continuously for a half hour without anyone stopping it. And … Get hard