before going on trips, tayler and i make "to do" lists. ranging from riding elephants to getting tattoos to eating grubs. we had just gotten back from what seemed like one of the hardest countries to backpack through, or survive in - india. and now we were going to paris. the things on our list were to: drink wine. eat crepes. and kiss a boy under the eiffel tower (no. 13 on my bucket list).
well, i'll just say that we had plenty of wine and crepes.
but, as it turns out, there are no single people in paris.
not even one.
we arrived in style and class (first class) and stayed with the most perfect couchsurfer - Romeric (pronounced rome-eerrrrr-eek, roll the 'r'). um... you could see the sacre coeur from his window. and he was more excited about showing us around than we were..."and THEN we will have a picnic at the norte dame!" amazing. we spent our days riding bikes and singing and taking breaks for baguettes and cigarettes.
i dont smoke, but i do on occasions like these ;)
so...with meeting our new friend romeric,
haning out with carlie and friends (she ran the paris marathon),
drinks and conversations with the crepe guys (conversations like, "sooo....what did you do before you...made crepes?"),
getting lost down the cutest parisian alleyways,
riding bikes in the middle of the night and just overall immersing ourselves in all that is french.
i would say that yes, it was the "most perfect weekend."
off to watch "amelie"...au revoir!
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