The morning of my 25th birthday… I have to be honest with you, I wasn’t expecting much from that day. A couple of days before I had gotten into a big fight with my mother and father, for reasons I’m not going to discuss. So… when I found out that Marek had called the airport café “Kohver”, so that I could have cake with a candle for my birthday, it made me feel like maybe, just maybe, it’s gonna be the best birthday yet…
You guys… I’ve been in a good mood since the beginning of the trip, even now when we’re back home. I used to hate singing, because I’m terrible at it, now I can’t shut my mouth. Getting up in the morning doesn’t also suck as much anymore. What’s most important – we’ve rediscovered that crazy, passionate love we had for each other when we first met.
This is the first of four posts about “the city of love”, so be prepared to tour around Paris with us. Caution: the road is long so, unlike me, make sure you choose comfortable shoes.