*Girly squeals* *Girly squeals* *Girly squeals*
For those who know me for my ‘OH MY GOD’s’, I’m sure you can imagine me now, dancing round my room (and NOT tripping over the futon-bed) like a lunatic.
The night out in Paris.
It was... ‘incroyable’.
I am making friends! I know how silly that may sound, but you have no idea what a FEAT of Triomphe this is until you too, have been in a foreign country and not known a single person.
It was an AMAZING night out – meeting a few friends of mon amie #1 (a friend of the family, and amazingly, my age!) – seeing the Tour d’Eiffel lit up at night; one of the most beautiful sites I’ve seen, and also L’arc de Triomphe. However, my Français is still PANTS, and I spent most of the night saying ‘quoi?’ to her and her boyfriend each time they attempted to talk to me! I felt like Manuel from Faulty Towers...
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