I can't believe I'll be home in less than 48 hours. I packed everything I brought and everything I've accumulated and by the miracle of space bags I have fit it all in. Of course... the bags aren't zipped yet. This whole experience has been so amazing. I feel as if the limits of who I am have truly been tested in so many ways and at the end of the day the limits turned out to be nowhere near where I thought they were. In fact I still haven't found them. If someone with a map would like to contact me and tell me where the limits are I would greatly appreciate it. Of course, figuring it out myself requires more adventure, so nevermind, keep your stinking map.
It may have taken me a month to figure out that Textile Adouccisement is fabric softener and not clothing detergent, but it took me until yesterday to realize that sound of running water isn't rain, there's a fountain at the Place on the corner. I knew there was a fountain, I knew it wasn't raining, it just took awhile to connect the thoughts.
Tomorrow will entail shopping, cleaning, last minute packing, and going out with friends. As one of my 43 things I made it my goal to buy a commemorative piece of jewelry for myself so that I can carry my learnings with me. I cleaned most of this place yesterday, but I'm shedding so disgustingly much that I saved the bathroom for tomorrow and I have a few dishes to do. Gotta squeeze in my converters and toiletries. Then at 8 I'm meeting friends for drinks at that noisy, smoky bar at the corner that's constantly vexing me to say goodbye. I'm so happy that Tami and Manning (who I almost just called Mani and Tamming) are coming, and that Margaux is returning from Los Angeles (I know!) just in the nick of time at 3 pm. I think somewhere in there I would enjoy a nice long walk along the Seine as well.
Ahhhhhh, sigh, tomorrow is my last day in Paris. But only 48 hours to doggie goodness!
