Hello my lovelies!
Paris was exhausting.
i know what you're thinking - how can a vacation be exhausting?
I'll tell you how - You get sick!
Yes, I was extremely sick for five days. Five terrible days where I thought I was slowly dying by having the blood sucked out of my brain. (Truthfully I just had a 103 fever, but that was my explanation for the splitting headache I had throughout)
Fortunately, I was okay by the sixth day, and managed to gather enough energy to meet a friend of mie that lives in paris. (I met her in my hotel, I still didn't have enough energy to step out) I also went to Disneyland with her and my family the next day, but that's a story for later!
On the seventh day, I finally left the hotel. The second I stepped out onto the paved roads of Paris, I swear I heard birds singing and bells ringing. I went for a short walk to Fauchon and bought some pretty colourful macaroons. (They're so pretty, I don't have the heart to to eat them! But I always eat them anyway) That simple little walk exhausted me, and I spent the rest of the day in my hotel room again. It was starting to resemble a prison cell. (If prison cells had room service with amazing duck foie gras and Hermes shampoo, that is.)
Here is a result of me being bored and having a tube of sunblock lotion -
I'm not sure why I wasted half an hour doing that on my arm.
Oh well.
Paris was exhausting.
i know what you're thinking - how can a vacation be exhausting?
I'll tell you how - You get sick!
Yes, I was extremely sick for five days. Five terrible days where I thought I was slowly dying by having the blood sucked out of my brain. (Truthfully I just had a 103 fever, but that was my explanation for the splitting headache I had throughout)
Fortunately, I was okay by the sixth day, and managed to gather enough energy to meet a friend of mie that lives in paris. (I met her in my hotel, I still didn't have enough energy to step out) I also went to Disneyland with her and my family the next day, but that's a story for later!
On the seventh day, I finally left the hotel. The second I stepped out onto the paved roads of Paris, I swear I heard birds singing and bells ringing. I went for a short walk to Fauchon and bought some pretty colourful macaroons. (They're so pretty, I don't have the heart to to eat them! But I always eat them anyway) That simple little walk exhausted me, and I spent the rest of the day in my hotel room again. It was starting to resemble a prison cell. (If prison cells had room service with amazing duck foie gras and Hermes shampoo, that is.)
Here is a result of me being bored and having a tube of sunblock lotion -
I'm not sure why I wasted half an hour doing that on my arm.
Oh well.
hey great nails and did you go on a rollercoaster
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