Yesterday, as I was sitting at the cafe down the street from my hostel staring out the window at all the people passing feeling sorry for myself, a guy sat down next to me and smiled. Eventually I commented on what a good people watching spot it was and we got to talking. He was a deliciously cliche Parisian and dashingly good looking. We exchanged the usual small talk and I got to admitting that I wasn't exactly sure where I was on the map. After making a blonde comment, he kindly pointed out which direction was north and then asked if I would like to walk with him a bit to try and get a feel for the area before he had to catch his train back to Paris. I was pleasantly surprised by this excellent connection with Jean-Christophe who is actually a fellow couch surfer and has hosted many a weary traveler in his flat in the center of Paris. Apparently there are well-mannered people in this city, unfortunately for the Londoners moft of them are from Paris.
After that I wandered the day away until I couldn't walk anymore. I stumbled through St. James Park, Green Park, the east corner of Hyde Park and of course Buckingham Palace. I saw a few of the famous guards standing at their posts. They're a bit too serious for my taste. And what a shit job... they have to stand there for hours in those uniforms in the heat and the cold without moving while hundreds of tourists stop and pose to snap pictures with them. And they can't even smile!!!
Piccadilly Backpackers, where I am now staying is nice enough. It's the first hostel that I have been to though, where nobody has spoken to me. Everyone seems to be really serious, either that or tired and confused just like me. (The latter, I hope.) But I thought the whole hostel experience was supposed to be about ambracing your crazy youth... sex, drugs, and whatever your musical preference might be!
Last night I couldn't sleep... my wisdom teeth hurt. And this morning I was woken up at 8:30 am by the sound of the ear rattling jack-hammer from the construction across the street. There's no curtain over the window in my room either so the sun came barging in. Oh well... at least I wasn't nursing a hangover. And at least the sun came out today. I even put shorts on. Not the teeny weeny ones from Puerto, but shorts all the same. And yes, Sofi... people do wear flip flops in Europe!!!!
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