It seems like every time people hear that
chocolate is not my favourite thing, people start freaking out. Some friends
will hear it for second, third, fourth time and will still be shocked! Guys
it’s ok… it’s not like I don’t like ice cream! (but don’t get me started on
chocolate ice-cream… that stuff is gross!!)
So this past Wednesday I finally saw the
old railroad and the plants that are built around it. It’s somewhere near Gare
de Lyon… but unfortunately the name has escaped me… something to do with “promenade”
and “plants”. I’m sure if you type those words and “railway” you’ll see what I
am talking about.
It was a lovely walk with some lovely
friends.
We then got the idea to stop by a
chocolatier and grab some fondue. Yes I know… after my schpeel in the beginning
you’d think “why is she having fondue”… I ate the fruit, dipped in tiny amounts
of chocolate, contrary to my friends. It’s not like I detest chocolate – unlike
the chocolate ice cream – I am just not a person who would ever go out of my way
to buy it, or crave it on a regular basis, or get excited when it is around.
The Thursday following we had an incident
with the little one who got a migraine! I took care of the little one as best
as I could, even after she vomited in my car twice. But I really couldn’t care less;
I just wanted her to feel better (which she did after a little nap!).
The Friday was our potluck dinner with a
couple of friends. I spontaneously ended up staying the night in Paris and
stayed with the best hostess! My friend and her husband were so lovely to us,
giving us pyjamas, flippy-floppies (Havannas I think they were called?? Most
comfiest flippy-floppies… totally ordering them online once I get back home…
apparently they are all over Brazil, why have I never seen them in Canada???),
breakfast, and just a wonderful, comfy sleep! Oh and then we were treated to a
wonderful stroll through the Citroën park (or citron as I like to call him…
which I was pointed out by my friend is a joke the French have towards the car
anyways… so I was being French without even knowing it!).
After all that I arrived 45 minutes late to
meet another friend due to me being an idiot and getting lost on the metro,
then taking the correct line only to realize it’s last 5 stops (mine was the 5th)
were all under construction and the train wasn’t going to stop there. So I had
to take extra time to take 3 different lines to get to the destination! Quite
frustrating.
My friend and I pretty much ended up
getting lost in Paris (actually not even Paris, we ended up way outside of
Paris), but checking out a lovely park. Then we figured why not check out the
Vincennes castle only to be severely disappointed by it.
Then after spending more than 24 hours in
Paris I ended up going for some drinks with other friends were we discussed the
beauties of tinder.
Coming home was a bit of a drag, after
spending so much time in Paris. It was really lovely to see how convenient it
is to live right in the center. However, I wouldn’t change my girls just to
live in the city center (I heard Parisian families can be a little crazy…).
Oh during my run through the metro trying
to get to my friend I ended up ripping my bag as I had stuffed it up too much
and it got very heavy. I tried to pull a Lina and make my bag the Hermoine
bag…. But clearly my bag fought back. I tried to sew it back today but do you
know how difficult it is to sew through thick leather!! The needle went through
my skin 4 (+?) times! I stopped counting after blood was all over my bag and
the needle… It was getting ridiculous. But I did a half-ass job of it, and at
least the handle is staying…for now.
On the Sunday I met my friend up in the
city near-by to take a walk through the forest, which was a great chill day
after a so much time spent partying it up in Paris. My wallet and I really
deserved the break.
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