My life [annotated]

We went to buy our ticket to Paris only to find out that all trains were full for the next two days. Mind you, we already have our accomodation booked and we have a flight from Paris to London booked for early Monday morning.

By God’s grace, a very kind ticket window lady helped us find spots on trains that will get us to Paris early morning Monday, just in time for our flight but not in time to see the city. Though, I must say, it’s easy to see the silver lining when you’re “trapped in the French Riviera” which is literally the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

Yep that’s what happened today, I should tell you I’m in Spain right now and visiting France was not on my to do list today. There’s a whole lot more to that story but I’ll tell you all when I get back :)

Hey everyone!

I know I stopped posting for a while back there but I got super busy packing. When I get back I’ll post about the Maroon 5 concert an going kayaking on the Potomac. For now, I’ll just do sporadic posts whenever I get WiFi.

I’m currently sitting outside of Matt’s house (the friend I’m visiting) waiting for my uncle and his family. London’s been great. Yesterday was very busy but today has been chill (which i definitely needed).

I leave for Europe! But it still hasn’t sunk in yet, but apparently, that’s nothing new. 

Itinerary: London, England; Barcelona, Spain; Valencia, Spain; Nice, France; and Paris France.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to do short blog updates while I’m there :)

Cool breeze from within

Gives relief; dashes all thoughts

of global warming

I’m in the midst of trying to find a picture I took 5 years ago before facebook allowed photosharing. To find this picture I need access to my Webshots account. To get access to my Webshots account I need to login to my hotmail account I set up 10 years ago. Of course, I don’t remember the password to my hotmail account so I tried to reset it and my password retrieval question is:

who’s your boyfriend?

um, what was 13-year-old Esi thinking?? what boyfriend?

After dusting off the cobwebs of my brain, I entered in the name of the boy I used to “date” in middle school. Our dates consisted of IM-ing each other till late in the night (11pm) and holding hands while walking to the bus after school.

Ah, young love, there’s nothing like it. And apparently that is the “boyfriend” I was referring to. Next time I’ll make my question more practical like: “What is your favorite dessert to have on Tuesday evenings?”