This keyboard is mini and I can write well so this will be short and sweet.
Jerem and I ventured into the depths of the French Alps- see photos. It was a lovely sunny day.
The next night I decided to celebrate France with some fondue. Typical French restaurant, french friend, melted cheese, mushrooms, bread, and alcohol= french evening. I was fully prepared for a food coma but it never came! And it was amazing. I like cheese. Who was I kidding for all those vegan months?
Yesterday I departed France for London and had a hell of a time literally running all over England trying to catch the right train and find a place to drop my oversized backpack. After hours, I mean hours, of looking for a hostel I went into a B&B and asked about their rooms. They were £40. I sadly turned around and was out the door ready to cry and the guy working followed me out and said whats your max price and I said £25 (still $40) he said "you seem like a sweet girl, come on in Ill give your your own room with a shared bath for that" relieved I agreed. It was a cute little place- I dropped my things and went on a food search since I had not really eaten since 830 and it was nearly 7pm. The rest of the story is not exciting so I'll skip ahead to now: at the airport about to depart for India. Woo. Excited, Nervous. Sleepy. And wondering what unvegan thing to spend the last few £s on. Au Revior Europe! Thanks for reading :)
good thing your a "sweet girl"! Yea for nice people!!!
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