We Woke Up In Paris

We Woke Up In Paris

Hello Pineapple Readers,

It is Thursday, which means I would generally have a post for you, full of sunshine or sarcasm or grainy photos. But today, you’re just going to have to wait. Here’s why…

I’m just spending a week in Paris right now, no big deal.

Actually, it is totally a big deal. I’ve loved Paris since I was a little girl, but I’ve never been even close to it. I pretend to be a world traveler, but in reality, I usually just stay at home and pin pins of Paris and Rome and Chile while my friends actually go there. But on a whim, my flatmate and I decided to pack up and spend a week in Paris, cruising the streets and picnicking and seeing all the gardens and eating ohsomuch amazing French food. Fantastique, non? What with working the same job, we don’t often get to travel together, and I feel so lucky for this chance.

Sure, I’ve spent years in Central America, but it is my first time across the Atlantic Ocean, can you believe it? I don’t know what took me so long. But I’ll eat un croissant avec du fromage for you, and you can follow me on Instagram here and Lynette here for pictures if you can stomach it. I make no promises to not make you green with envy.

There will be more later, you’d better believe it. Till then, au revoir.


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