I’m at the airport. It’s snowing outside. I chose one of the very few seats available next to a window so I could watch the flurries. The man seated next to me is wearing ski goggles. That’s right – we are INDOORS and the dude is wearing ski goggles.
This doesn’t require further commentary.
Its not even 8am and already I have been called “sweetie” and “hun” by random strangers. I HATE this and I’m tired and cranky. But they did volunteer to let me cut them in line so I guess its ok? Lol
Time for an in-flight nap! 
Upon our return from Paris, Petra noticed a man sleeping on an inflatable raft at the airport. The kind you would use in a pool or a lake or something to just float on. I’m not sure if she was joking or not, but she knew I have 2 long layover ahead of me, and said I should get one.
I totally wanted one. Yes, this is a BRILLIANT idea. I will just get one back in our little beach town.
Finding an inflatable raft became quite the mission. It seems the stores in our town sell pool noodles, swim wings, inner tubes, inflatable dolphins you can ride, and even inflatable pool sets if you’re weary of the beach. But no simple little blow up rafts to float on.
Petra and I went to Paris for 4 days. I had a pretty good time, but I can assure you it was not my favorite city. I´m glad I was able to go there, see the sites, and experience all that Paris has to offer, but I don´t see myself ever feeling the need to go back. In light of this single lifetime journey to Paris, I will just write one single entry in my blog.
I´ve already written about the horrible entry we had into the city. Things got a bit better, but not much. I´m convinced the French truly do not like people who don´t speak French, nor do they enjoy tourists. I fell into both of those categories.
Petra and I were all set to head to Paris, or so we thought. I booked our flights there and back, set up our hotel, and despite arriving I to the cuttiest of the 3 Parisian airports, I found us an amazingly priced shuttle service. 36 euro roundtrip per person. I figured it was cheaper because it dropped us at the Arc di Triumf rather than our hotel. In all my planning, I neglected to get us to and from the airport in Spain. I guess I assumed we would take the bus into Girona? Either way our flight was early and that wasn’t an option.
We were pretty frantic the day before so we went to the library to book a shuttle. How expensive could that be?
I sat next to a man the other day who was reading a book called:
The colonization patterns of insects
That sounds like QUITE the page-turner LOL
And better yet, I wanted to post a link to this book, but I can’t seem to find it on amazon.com or any such sites. Maybe I’m checking sites that are too mainstream/not nerdy enough. Whatever, it’s a 50 word post. I’m not going to waste my time scavenging for a book I will never read
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