In Paris

The short of it is: we didn't sleep very much; we ate like queens; we drank like kings; we laughed so hard our stomachs and faces ached. I cried everyday but not because I was sad, mostly because of the laughter, but other times just because I was so smitten with Paris and everything it bestowed upon us...

• Nightly dance parties in our little Paris apartment on rue du Braque
  
• Nightly drunken phone calls to the USA
• A party that lasted till the sun came up, literally
• Another party that lasted till 4 am
  
• A broken corkscrew, a MacGyver attempt to chisel the bottles open, cork-filled glasses of the perfect 3 euro red wine
• Endless meals of cheese, red wine, champagne, baguettes and Nutella
  
• Daily trips to the Monoprix
• Getting our Jambon on
  
• Cute little cafés complete with delicious hot chocolate or onion soup
• Blue sky, puffy clouds, sunshine, trees with buds, flowers in bloom all over the city
  
• Crepes, a stroll through the Jardin du Luxembourg, climbing on benches to get the best pictures, stalking old men
• Beach Boys sing alongs in the morning
  
• A British accent that sometimes went Australian
  
• A dinner of fondue and roasted chicken
• Butchering the French language and making up my own words, becoming "fluent"
  
• An almost Easter Sunday mass
• Cobblestone streets, faded signs, broken shutters and windmills in Montmartre
  
• 2 hail storms
• Popping the champagne cork and almost killing someone
  
• Trips to the Lourve, the Pompidou and the Picasso, a catnap in the Pompidou
  
• Seeing art that brought me to tears
• Despite the hundreds of tourists, seeing the Mona Lisa after years of studying her
• An empty Lourve courtyard after the storm
  
• A photo shoot while raving out to one of my favorite techno songs in my mutton pajama pants
  
• Drinking directly from the bottle
  
• A pulled hamstring from doing ballet moves and splits
  
• A daily pain du chocolate
• A bottle of Patron, enough said
  
• A party with 2 "sort of" random guys from Providence, RI
• Texting a 21 year old on a pink razor phone
  
• A girl-on-girl wrestling match, bite marks, bruises, a scratched cheek (sorry!)
  
• Ghost stories under an orange fleece tent
• Brilliant French design and typography
• Cute French clothes and shoes that were totally unaffordable thanks to the Euro
  
• Hilarious videos which document the madness that was, rewatching the videos in random places such as the line to get into an exhibition and not being able to breathe because of how hilarious they were
  
• Catching up with one of my favorites, feeling like we haven't even been apart let alone for four months, bonding with another one of my favorites while in one of the greatest places on earth (I say one of because I have to give NYC and Sydney their due credit)