… while reading under a tree in a park here in France. This tree, actually: Doesn’t that look like a great spot? I picked it because the ground was covered in flowers that looked like this: SO BEAUTIFUL!!! I still can’t believe it happened. And the craziest thing—-something inside me KNEW it was going to…
France
Elle me dit, on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur.
Death. Flying makes me think about death. I’ve always heard it is safer to fly than to drive. Still, I get nervous that my plane will crash. I comfort myself by imagining possible scenarios and how I like to think I will respond. A terrorist stands up? I’ll call for help and tackle them. Something…
Bon Voyage a moi!!!!
Last Thursday my Dad brought me to the airport for my flight to France. After meeting Sarah and Bethany in Philly, we flew together to Paris. For the next two months, we will be in Vichy studying at Cavilam. On the way, SG and I watched The Descendants and tried to sleep. The Descendants was surprisingly…
