where am I and what am I doing here?
I am staying in a Paris with a very nice guy, whom I've meet only yesterday. Why? Well, let's try to backtrack for a second.
Susan was teaching in Paris, and wanted to stay in France for a couple of weeks after her school year was over. So, we decided that it would be a perfect time to visit, and I booked my tickets.
However, Susan switched apartments a few months into the year, and on top of that her cousin got a job in Monaco. So, this combination of factors made it very enticing for her to move to the south of France in the middle of April.
No problem - I got cheap EasyJet tickets to go from Paris to Nice, so cheap that I would have to spend a few days in Paris on the tail end of my vacation by myself. Well, that's aight, there are worse places to get stuck. Plus, Susan had a friend that offered to host me.
All was going according to plan, until Susan's friend canceled at the last minute - and, pretty much everybody else was leaving Paris the same weekend. On top of that, all the hotels were booked... what to do?
Thankfully, Susan's roommate from Nice called up her boyfriend and asked him to put up my sorry butt for three days. So, here I am, in a cozy apartment in Vanves, living an approximation of "real" French life. But, more on that later. Tomorrow, all the museums in Paris are free, and I need my rest.
Susan was teaching in Paris, and wanted to stay in France for a couple of weeks after her school year was over. So, we decided that it would be a perfect time to visit, and I booked my tickets.
However, Susan switched apartments a few months into the year, and on top of that her cousin got a job in Monaco. So, this combination of factors made it very enticing for her to move to the south of France in the middle of April.
No problem - I got cheap EasyJet tickets to go from Paris to Nice, so cheap that I would have to spend a few days in Paris on the tail end of my vacation by myself. Well, that's aight, there are worse places to get stuck. Plus, Susan had a friend that offered to host me.
All was going according to plan, until Susan's friend canceled at the last minute - and, pretty much everybody else was leaving Paris the same weekend. On top of that, all the hotels were booked... what to do?
Thankfully, Susan's roommate from Nice called up her boyfriend and asked him to put up my sorry butt for three days. So, here I am, in a cozy apartment in Vanves, living an approximation of "real" French life. But, more on that later. Tomorrow, all the museums in Paris are free, and I need my rest.
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