France

I loved Paris, but unfortunetly my time was cut short between my brother hospitalization with pneumonia in Bayuex, and a jaunt into Spain. We wandered along Mouftaard Street, visited Shakespear & Co., stopped by the Eiffle Tower, and visited a lovely little flea market. I learned that if you really want to see something, you shouldn’t wait for a different day! If you want to come back with someone, you should just come back a second time.

I got my flight information today – I’m very excited! I’m looking foward to drinking coffee and reading the day away, browsing the flea market for all sorts of clothes, seeing various cultural sights (Victor Hugo’s grave!), and oh, yeah, watching my dad kick ass in his bike race.

And french onion soup!

I get to go this summer and watch my father ride PBP! (It’s a bicycle race from Paris, to Brest, to Paris, in like, 90 hours.) I’m very excited.