As I prepare for my final day in Dublin, and prep my bags and mind for France, I am realizing just how not over jetlag I am. I have spent every night thinking about France, anticipating my arrival, wandering what this halfway-house apartment is going to look like while I wait for my permanent one to be fixed, and translating every thought I have into French. (This translation process is hilarious because, without fail, I get rolling on one whole sentence or maybe even two, run into a word or phrase that I don't know, and wonder about that phrase for a solid minute or two, think of alternate phrases I could use, and then redirect my brain to sleep. Repeat this process about 362 times, and this is every night for me at the moment. But I digress...)
Whether I like it or not, (and I do,) France starts tomorrow!! The rest of my year of gaining weight from a strict diet of baguettes, cheese, and wine, pretending that I'm an English expert, and frolicking through the fields of Bretagne starts tomorrow!! And you'll hear all my musings right here before anyone else. Can I get a WOOT WOOT?!! (Guess I'll have to teach that to the Europeans before I look like a strange foreigner making tribal calls to herself...)
So, catcha next time (hopefully on more sleep)!
Until then...
Lovesies!
Angie
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