After Brussels, I Chunneled back to Paris to meet up with Lindsay. The weather was 25 Celsius (77 Fahrenheit) and we were in heaven. I had little to no money at this point, though, and spent the last of it on a Nutella crepe while walking to the Eiffel Tower with Lindsay one night. I'm not sure how it happened -- I didn't even trip or fall -- but I somehow dropped the Nutella crepe on the ground. And I did not have enough money to buy another one. Is that not the worst thing you've ever heard? Talk about traumatic...
Speaking of actual trauma, though, maybe someday I'll tell the story about trying to meet up with Lindsay at the hotel around midnight, on the night I Chunneled in from Brussels, and how I was followed by a strange man while wandering the streets of Paris alone, lost and looking for the hotel.
On second thought, I would like to keep living here and if my mom hears that story, she might organize a family intervention and bring me home. So I'll keep that story to myself... for now...
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