As I sit here, slightly buzzed from too much wine and in a calm panic, realizing that in less than 30 hours I will be in Paris, France, I wonder; am I really going to France? Wasn't that just some weird dream I keep having? But no, no. I am going to France in the morning and I am going to like it dammit! I mean I could not go. I could over sleep and decide to skip the whole thing. After all it has been an eventful week, who needs to add traveling to a foreign country where you barely speak any of the language?> I doubt that will happen.
So au revoir mes ami! I will see you when I return!
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