So I'm in Prague now. Sleep good.
It's really the little things you end up missing. Like full length mirrors.
I spent a week in Paris and have been in Prague for a week. I must say I like Prague but I love Paris already.
But not the first night. Not the first night.
I arrived in Paris by bus from London in the middle of the night. I had to lug my luggage up from the bus station. Made me miss home so much. Back home a guy would have stopped to help each time. Not one guy offered to help. :( I'm not trying to be anti feminist but when I've been on a plane for eleven hours and a bus for nine, I do NOT have the energy to deal with a 50lb luggage, and two giant bags about 50 as well. No...
Sam was annoyed with me. She docent do frail. But I am frail. :( sorry but that's the hard truth. I don't know who said it but "know thyself" and I know.
Worst was when we tried to get a cab the first one wouldn't take us. I cursed for all four of his tires to go flat.
Wait no! Worst was when we found out we live on the sixth floor with no elevator ㅠ_ㅠ
So that first night I crashed. And the next day was a recuperation day. Much needed. Found a cafe and had their roast chicken with wedges and mustard. Tres Bon.
Found another great cafe called the autre cafe. Best chocolate mousse.
Funniest thing was a Chinese restaurant called chez choi. I'm like, are you Chinese? Korean? French Korean?
Blog later. Food now ^^