
As a kid I loved it. As a teenager I hated it. As a grownup I have realized that France and I have an ever-lasting relationsship. I spent the weekend in Nancy, France, with
Helena. Luckily the spring has finally entered the European continent and we spent the whole weekend slacking on outdoor cafés writing lists and eating unhealthy bread from the bakery. We listed things like cities we are planning to visit this spring and excuses for not giving guys our phone numbers:
1. Well, I have to talk to my manager first.
2. ... or my dad/boyfriend
3. Why? If you wanna say something, you may say it now.
4. Why? I believe in the concept of penpals.
5. You should write down yours, I will hold a lottery later on tonight
6. I live in cave and the connection is terrible
... and the best one:
7. My name is Ida Serneberg; if you really want to contact me, you'll find me.
We actually managed to do a day trip to Luxembourg, a country that I visited as a kid but didn't have any memories from; now I know why: there is nothing to remember. Luxembourg is just too ordinary to be interesting.
Labels: European trips