C’est La Vie! Paris Trip, Recounted
I can still remember the exact moment I saw the tower for the first time and the sweeping sensation being romanced by Paris. I swear at this exact moment one can hear Edith Piaf singing ‘La Vie en Rose.’
I can still remember the exact moment I saw the tower for the first time and the sweeping sensation being romanced by Paris. I swear at this exact moment one can hear Edith Piaf singing ‘La Vie en Rose.’
I was too exhausted to even try to order food in German and just sat at a table and tried to stay awake long enough for my food to arrive. Best doener of my life. I probably ended up spilling ¼ of it and made a terrible mess, rather fitting for the hot mess I had become. I know, I know, I know! I’ve been totally AWOL in the last little while. For about a week and a half I sincerely did not have much to write about or was just lacking inspiration. Plus, the weather was grey and depressing, sigh. And then things got a little busy and then well…this weekend “happened.” Quotations are denoting the magnitude of my ‘night’ in HanGover. Good lord. I’ve run into quite the posse of fantastic people in Hanover. Networking through facebook, ex-patriot social sites, friends of friends, we have created quite the conglomerate of international young adults. Most of us girls are au pairs, with the exception being Lorna, now an ex-au-pair but dating a great German guy and …