So the stories of how I sat next to a meditating Buddhist (who knew meditating could be so LOUD?), got wine tips from my French seat-mate (who was incredible. Also, if bonzeau 1914 is ever offered to you, take it. Apparently it is amazing. I want some.), waited in the CDG for 8 hours, and walked approx. 30 million miles in one day must wait for a while until I have recovered from said 30 miles. For now, enjoy some pictures taken while waiting en le centre ville pour mes amis. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. Random French phrases will be held to a minimum, je promis.
(the delicious wine from my pre-21st birthday party)
They are all sideways, and I think there is a bit of repetition, but I’m new to this whole actually using technology thing. Better next time, je connaise.
As will my annoying habit.