I had the most something weekend. Something as in 'Well, That's Something', with a capital S, yeah!
First of all, I would like to make the public announcement, that we have safely landed home, although with slight changes in airport and such, but safe. Thank god they didn't make us switch planes during the flight...
We didn't sleep much, we left on saturday morning, took the bus, took the train and then another train... arrived in Paris. AAAAAAH, sweet Paris! Paris je t'aime. It was like a fresh breath of air! It smelled a bit like piss - we were still in the train station - but gosh, that smelled good in Paris!
We spent an exquisite evening in Paris...how can one not to??? We slept in this creepy hotel in Chinatown (we avoided staying in it for as long as we could) we ate at a Vietnamese restaurant near the hotel, which, although looked pretty...wrong, had the best food ever! In big dishes too! I swear to god, we both ate what I can only guess were buckets of soup...delicious soup! And they punished us...nooo focks, onli chopsticks, you eat fast, oder customers in line!
Then we took a stroll down Champs Elysées, up on Montmartre, and then I landed in Paradise...Place Vendome and the Opera...I swear there were waves of perfume all over the place. It was like fairies had farted on that street! And lights and diamonds and luxury everywhere! This big column made for Napoleon (think he was trying to make up for something less big in his pants), and shops selling stuff that costs like our lifetime sallary...and then we went back to the hotel in chinatown. Had some doubts before getting (half)naked in the bed.
On Sunday, took the metro, took the bus and arrived at the airport. Cut my finger, yelled at Thom for laughing about it, got checked all over, and crashed exhausted (me, not the plane!). We got on the plane, BlueAir registered trade mark, cause I think they're trade mark for all crap. And worst...the company was exquisite! If you ever took Eurolines buses to come home/to Romania, you know what I'm talking about. You know, those nice guys that think that their music tickles your ears in a pleasent way, and that if they speak loud, you'd say: Waw! he's good! and smart! and he's so rich, look at his phone! Oh, forget the dirty jeans and the rip in the elbow, he's just being filthy rich!
So, we finally landed, but a different airport. Yeaaah, Romanian Style! Anyways, in the end it took more to get from the airport home, then it took to get from France to Romania, cause it was snowing, that white shite everywhere...
And somehow this image saves it all! :
Love to all of you that love me back :*Onutz
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