Today is Sunday.
I climbed into bed for the second night in a row at 5am. Was woken up at 5:30am by three Frenchmen in their boxers serenading Emily and I.
My life is complete.
I can’t stop laughing.
Dancing, singing, rose, wine and champagne. Good times with my flat mates. Drunk antics are always horrifying and hilarious and then embarrassing to recall the next day.
Shoving fromage in peoples mouths…
toro toro with our shirts in the street, in the rain, at 4am
champagne showers and busted knees
Walking around the city today and I know I love being here. Lovely, quaint. It feels like home. Sure the same restlessness is there. But.. there are good people. There are people willing to engage/be engaged. I won’t drown in an empty ship by myself.
It’s possible. It’s really possible.
“Whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you’re right.” – henry ford
