Rest is not a reward

Then Paris

One day, one night. The Boss did Hamlet. My stomach was a mess all day and we had a bit of a Go at each other. But I also recognize that every unhappiness is a misunderstanding and usually thanks to energy deprivation, either caused by too little sleep and or because some illness is plaguing us. Very fun Hotel situation, the Boss was back in his one place where I got stuck in an elevator and I was in a different Hotel at Les Halles. It took longer to traverse the two Hotels by car than it did by foot. Seeing a familiar face from the summer program at Watermill made me very very happy.

Once we were done with the objective, for which we had just scrapped by in getting there in time with a bad cough on the talent and a horrible stomach for me, we got back to the Bosses Hotel and went to the wonderful Italian place just around the corner.

It was so yummy and a slight misunderstanding sent me home with a doggy bag and the joy of getting to food some yummy food.

Not a bite went past my lips and I hope to god, someone enjoyed those leftovers.

It saddens me truly when food has to be disposed of.

The fact that our driver from and to the airport Charles de Gaulle is the same guy, makes me feel quite both like the world is small, but in a good way.