I survived my first night out in Paris.
France lost the first match of the Rugby World Cup.
That means Yay! for Argentina.
I have blisters on both my feet.
I stupidly wore high heels.
And I got lost for about 1.5 hours when I was looking for the bar.
So much for google maps.
I drank too much.
I walked home without shoes on the digusting Paris streets.
I washed my feet the second I walked in the door.
I made crepes today.
I didn’t get my car.
But my family bought me a new washing machine.
It arrives next Saturday.
I miss everyone at home.
Why are they having fun without me?
It’s always the same when I leave.
My feet really hurt.
I’m drunk.
And tired.
Bed time.
Now.
Au revoir.
A tres bientot.
Bonne nuit.
