Kathryn handpicked this Renoir to represent how we
two sisters felt after ten days of pastry, cheese, and bread.
Aside from that, I also have a a handful of restaurants that I would like to try out before my departure because I decided to bite the bullet and shell out the euros to eat a decent meal. No meals are cheap in Paris, unless you're eating a crepe or a sandwich. So I'm keeping the finger's crossed (or holding thumbs as they say in South Africa) and hoping that I can get a reservation at some of the more popular and supposedly tasty spots.
You see, I sadly only have two weeks left here in Paris, which has resulted in somewhat of a psychotic break. Two weeks?! That's it? I've been having bizzarre dreams. Waking up from stomach pangs, shortness of breath, and other forms of panic attacks. I almost burst into tears at a moment's notice, and scanning my eyes across the beautiful Parisian architecture breaks my heart just a little bit more every day. I've started to like french waiter's efficient and cold demeanor. It's just started to feel like home and now I have to leave?
I'm filled with an interesting mix of feelings from impending doom to glee, panic to anger, and hunger to thirst. I'm having flashbacks from my internship, visions of a life without Elze, excited murmurs of my vacation with Grant, and minute flurries of fury that my time here is almost done. I'm like a deer in the headlights when it comes to moments like these. I don't seize the moment, I stand and wait for the car to hit me. But since that is not going to help me savor these last few bites of Paris, I am trying very hard to be inspired. Inspired to enjoy my time here with my friends. Inspired to eat as many pastries and decadent meals as I can, and inspired to relish these last two weeks of beautiful Paris springtime.