I’ve learned to appreciate the value of weekends ever since the LDR thing stopped. No more Skype dates, no more sleeping late, no more having to feel guilty when I have to go out late at night. And the thought and feel of recent weekends still linger. From going home early on a Friday, to spending the whole Saturday cuddle-napping, to riding on a plane to spend the weekend on the beach, to movie dates on coffee shops, up to having to chaperone kids on their dates.
I love weekends. And as much as I hate weekdays, I gotta love ‘em too for building weekends up.
So it rained during my first day in Paris, scratched just one thing off the itinerary, fell in line to climb the Eiffel Tower for more than 3 hours (only to decide to not anymore go to the top floor due to the another long queue on the second floor), and my feet were covered with blisters from all the walking. But I’ve never loved anyone as much as I did that day. MLIA.
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you…
19 days to go, and I’ll be in Paris with you.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Je ne parle pas Francais.
That’s the only French statement that remained in my head after taking up French classes for one whole term back in college. It means “I do not speak French.” I thought that’s the only thing I’ll ever need if ever I get the chance to converse in French (and make the person talking to me speak in English). The stubborn college kid in me, I know. Now I wish I paid attention in all those French classes.
Anyway, just hyping Paris up. 30 days to go!
Pointless bragging: I know how to say that statement in three other foreign languages (Spanish, German, Italian). Ha!
Turning negativity (Je ne parle pas Francais) into positivity.
26 days to go!
In exactly four weeks from now…
Someday, Madrid. Someday.
Someday = 43 days to go. :)
Thanks to Google docs and Google maps, our very loose itinerary for Paris Day 1 is now done! And the Seine River Cruise at night is a part of it.
Planning over the weekend with the boyfriend (through Skype while marking places on Google maps, because we’re internet-savvy like that).
39 days to go before Paris! :)