On a train again and the Escobar song on a train is spinning in my head. 25 minutes from Paris and I am on my way to Bruges. This trip is going to be the first on this trip that is complicated with four changes and its going to be about 6 hours and I’m fine with that. I am just hoping to be able to grab a bus and that the hostel staff is still there when I arrive. If not I’m heading for a bar and Belgian beer.
I was in Bruges 2010 during wintertime. Now it’s summer and I am going to use Bruges as a base camp and travel to places close by during daytime. I want to sit by the sea.
The 31th my goal was to go to Pompidou, and so I did. I stayed almost the whole day, bought a crepe and went to meet up with M some other old friends. We sat by the water, Quai de Sense, talked and looked at the boats passing by. Went back to one friends place and had a drink before going back home.
On Thursday the 1th I want to Montmatre to meet D. We had pastries and wine and looked at the amazing view. We walked around along the calm streets and then we went back because D was going to work. I got to see Ds apartment too. I went back home to M and M came back from work. Schower and meet JG and then Chl and Cha came too. Tripel Karmelit, D-Punch and clubbing. Met T there and D came later. And yeah, we stayed late. Have no idea how M managed to go to work on Friday but yeah.
Friday, I slept, then I went out, bought a pain chocolate at a bakery close by and went on the metro to a station I can’t remember what it was called and bought a organic vegetarian burger. Take away and they told me there was a rose garden close by. In-between the houses. I sat on a bench in the sun eating my burger and watching people, listening to them talk and the kids playing.
Off to a big park in the outskirts of Paris and lay down in the sun. Reading and looking at the rowing boats passing by. Listening to the 25-30 years olds messing around. Sorry, I don’t speak French.
Bonjour
Merci beaucoup
Bonsoir
De rien
Parfait
Au revoir
ça va, ça va bien
Merde
Friday evening, and my love JG had left for Marseille and my dear G arrived in Paris. Again Quai de Sense, wine Chl, G, M and T and GS. And two other of Ms friends. Speaking English, Speaking French, speaking German.
We skipped the Club, the line was incredible and we went to a bar instead. T, GS and I went to Ts friend’s apartment and stayed there for a while before heading home.
Back to now. 18.21 Monday the 5th of August 2013. I have already made my first change of train. The second one… I might miss this train because we’re running late. Met a person from New Zeeland living in Australia in the line for the ticket office in Paris. “I love not planning” and the fact that tonight might be a night when I’ll be sleeping outside. I don’t know, maybe I have missed this kind of travelling during this trip.
When I’m on a train I am sitting still, but moving and I am alone with my thoughts, I don’t understand what people say so my brain does not keep itself occupied with eavesdropping. My thoughts are incomplete right now, my mind is in so many places. This week has been amazing and I hope you guys think so too. I love you guys, thank you for everything, and I’ll see you soon.
We are young and wild and free.
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