two nice girls helped me
feel less alone ce matin –
did i make new friends!?
lunch was at Subway:
we gossiped like we were French
“Sex and the City”
my french is rusty
and my clothes are all sweaty:
literal hot mess
“i’ve got my [billet]
for the long way ’round” but i
didn’t bring whiskey :(
desperate for outlets
we squat on the floors for hours
où ils ont craché -.-”
il y a un mec
who keeps stealing my outlet
he needs to shower
someone asks for help
they want directions in French
je ne sais rien!
my friend boards her train
we exchange our Facebook names
et des gros bisous
a girl wants my phone
to make a call, another
asks me for some change
each time, i can’t help.
i am now very good at
saying “désolé”
a five hour long wait:
j’ai besoin d’un grand café
but not from Starbucks :P
my phone charging post
amuses an old man so much
he pats my forehead
fifty euro cents
to pee!? at least TP’s free
…take the roll to go? :P
i’m pretty sure that
my friends want to see photos
no, you just get poems :P
auds & ends 