Day 57: 2 months, 8 weeks, 57 days, 1368 hours...
There was no sleeping done. Friday went straight into Saturday and, by the will of God or maybe something else, my body was still...
There was no sleeping done. Friday went straight into Saturday and, by the will of God or maybe something else, my body was still...
My alarm rang out hard and clear, the piercing sound was screaming, "last full day in Paris…" This was it. My entire project creative...
My alarm may have gone off a few too many times. Today was important so naturally I did not want to get up. But I did need a shower so I...
This was a morning for the Louvre. I planned it and I knew it had to happen, one way or another. My creative project was done. All I had...
"Work day" rang in my ears as I got myself up in the morning. Today was the day that I finished my creative project. It had to be. I...
I did not bring a jar of Nutella home for my family. So much anger and sadness. I failed... This was my dream. The first dream that I...
Two changes to breakfast this morning. One is that I decided to also have a cup of tea after my several many cups of coffee. I know,...
Brunch was all that was on my mind. That and the coolness of outside that I was beyond thankful for. It rained HARD last night, even...
Up at 7am, sleep was no longer in my vocabulary. A quick shower, some toast with Nutella, a packed bag, and a water bottle full of ice,...
I woke up nervous and I stayed nervous until about 3pm. Today was the day I was going to have my interview with Edouard François, a...
Once again, my body clock decided to be utterly evil. That in conjunction with the unbearable heat seeping in through the shuttered...
My body clock impresses me. I woke up before my alarm despite my setting it for 9am. Sleep is for the weak. Or for the dead. Or for when...
So, when I say fumes, I truly mean FUMES. I did not sleep. I took a small nap this night. In bed at 2am and up at 4am, my body was no...
I woke up with a purpose. I was going to make coffee with the Bialetti I discovered in the kitchen. I knew how to make it thanks to my...
Waking up to the subtle kiss of sunlight is amazing and I have missed it dearly. The white sheets were glowing as I sunk deeper into...
Picking up where I left off, as we boarded the plane, a couple in front of us were having some major travel problems...meaning that one...
Unfortunately, there was NO silence in the kitchen despite my previous hopes and dreams. 5 year-old children make mornings slightly less...
Today was the day my group was responsible for the 18ème arrondissement which meant that I had to start with purpose and early. Last...
Sitting at the table in the morning, I enjoyed my cups of coffee and orange juice as I tried to get work done. Tried is the operative...
Surprisingly, I did not feel too terrible after the bottle of wine the night before but it was still a late morning nonetheless....