so my last day, the plan - breakfast with paris....but she had "errands" ("ha, such an american word") so it was was postponed to 10.....then 11....then to 12. (P.S. thank you for the soap).
well, i got some gas...went to blockbuster where they FINALLY had the Pianist - i still trusted the Cannes Film Festival jury.
at 12 we met, in awkward happenstance. off to not breakfast, not brunch, but IKEA.
it was fun browsing uselessly through the furniture display rooms. lunch: swedish meatballz
then back home - with a "moving" hug. soon, as i was on my way back to DB, i called chris to...have one last idle hang out.
we saw The Pianist - just another "schindler's list"....but done with more modern yet literal cinematography. i mean....it was a good point of view - showing how music...or passion for music or anything caries people through everything but....meh. i guess it was a nice personal story from polanski. but the Chopin was perfect. after, we just lazily watched TV. then i had to go. a hug. a goodbye. a question. and a wave. didn't expect it to be that simple. tristesse.
take off: 45 min delay due to a broken toilette door.
met a malaysian girl.
horrible seats- couldn't recline.
the first 2 hours were the slowest of my life - it felt like i experience he dumping of the eminent time difference. but the second half went by quickly thanks to "confessions of a shopaholic" - rebbeca, i speak prada too.
as i walk ot of the plane - something familiar hit me - humidity. as i loaded the luggage into the car of my dad's old friend.........sweat.
got home to silence, moisture, and hunger.
i checked out my luggage- emptied out deliveries to uncle and sat down to watch 2 hours of food network and travel. and fell asleep to pokemon.
so far so good.
soon
well, i got some gas...went to blockbuster where they FINALLY had the Pianist - i still trusted the Cannes Film Festival jury.
at 12 we met, in awkward happenstance. off to not breakfast, not brunch, but IKEA.
it was fun browsing uselessly through the furniture display rooms. lunch: swedish meatballz
then back home - with a "moving" hug. soon, as i was on my way back to DB, i called chris to...have one last idle hang out.
we saw The Pianist - just another "schindler's list"....but done with more modern yet literal cinematography. i mean....it was a good point of view - showing how music...or passion for music or anything caries people through everything but....meh. i guess it was a nice personal story from polanski. but the Chopin was perfect. after, we just lazily watched TV. then i had to go. a hug. a goodbye. a question. and a wave. didn't expect it to be that simple. tristesse.
take off: 45 min delay due to a broken toilette door.
met a malaysian girl.
horrible seats- couldn't recline.
the first 2 hours were the slowest of my life - it felt like i experience he dumping of the eminent time difference. but the second half went by quickly thanks to "confessions of a shopaholic" - rebbeca, i speak prada too.
as i walk ot of the plane - something familiar hit me - humidity. as i loaded the luggage into the car of my dad's old friend.........sweat.
got home to silence, moisture, and hunger.
i checked out my luggage- emptied out deliveries to uncle and sat down to watch 2 hours of food network and travel. and fell asleep to pokemon.
so far so good.
soon
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