It’s Holly

Well, I’m here. Friday morning started with my sister picking me up to take me to the airport. I thought my flight left at 10:25, but a nice morning call from Jonathan made me realize that it didn’t actually leave until 11:40. So, we had some time to kill. We decided to have breakfast at the Hash House in Hillcrest. After being pleasantly full from a boatload of food, we took off to the airport.

It was the longest flight EVER. I couldn’t get comfortable to save my life. So, I didn’t sleep. Jonathan picked me up with pain aux lardons and I felt better already. We got back to his apartment, where I realized how important elevators are. Jonathan’s on the 5th floor, which is actually the 6th floor, since 0 is a floor here. I was pooped, so I took a nap, and by nap I mean I slept for 4 hours before it was time to go to Cyril’s parent’s house for dinner. After we sat around and cut up the chocolate I brought from Chuao.

Cuttin’ chocolate. This is Earl Grey and Spicy Maya.

It didn’t even feel like we were there for 6 hours. The language barrior wasn’t as big of a deal as I thought it would be. Poor Jonathan’s head was spinning from translating between English and French for 6 hours.

We started off Sunday morning with a couple cappucinos. And by Sunday morning I mean 1PM.

We took the metro to meet Laura, John and Sandrine for brunch. They were running a little late, so we detoured to the Pere Lachaise cemetary where lots of famous people are buried. Oscar Wilde, Edith Piaf, Jim Morrison… lots of people. It’s a big ass cemetary. We probably covered 1/4 of it for the 45 minutes or so we were there.

Pere Lechaise cemetary

We finally met up for brunch, which consisted of a salad with bacon, carrot salad, a sandwich, scrambled eggs, baked potato with chives and cream, and an apple crumble along with coffee and orange juice.

French brunch

Somehow, brunch didn’t end until 5PM. Don’t ask. Day two continues…