Perhaps it is the amount of free time with which I have found myself that calls me back...or the wanderlust, nostalgia, or a cry for help for someone to take me back to the place which felt like home.
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I made it to Paris and walked around with a lovely American lady I met in the hostel. We saw the Eiffel Tower at night...
Caroline and I palled around and her friend Christel, who lives in France, showed us Paris from the local's perspective. Absolutely gorgeous...I even got to use some of my French!
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| I ate my first Big Mac ever while in Paris... I felt horrible afterwards. |
On my birthday, I woke up to four men in my hostel room, so that was quite a shock...I quickly and quietly got ready in our shared bathroom and made a beeline for the exit to explore the city.
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| For my Grammie and Pap Pap and one for sisterly love |
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| Notre Dame! |
Caroline and I went to the Palace of Versailles for much of the day. A sober birthday with somber travels and a beautiful day to say the least.
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| Joyeux anniversare pour moi! |
How many millennials can say they went to Paris, alone for their 21st?
C'est ma vie et je t'aime beaucoup ;)
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| Airport lunch: when beer is cheaper than water and soda |
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