from Paris, in an apartment near le Sacré-Cœur

I miss Barcelona so much already. Isn't that silly? I miss the way the street signs look. I miss practicing my "hombre" and "adeú" and "hasta luego"s. I automatically say "perdon" when I bump into people here, and agree with "vale" or "mmm bueno". I was talking to Hunter about his Amelie poster and could only think to describe it as "fuerte". All of this is silly because I'm in one of the prettiest cities in the world and all I can think about is how long it'll be before I'm in Spain again.

Hunter and I had some pretty inappropriate adventures last night, and I spent all day sleeping and vomiting. But we're cooking dinner soon, being nineteen in Paris. He keeps saying, "What the fuck- we're in Paris right now," and I say, "I know! What the fuck- you live here," and then we try to imagine what our fifteen year old selves would think. The Eiffel Tour looks really small until it's right on top of you, and that's kind of what being in Paris is like: I walk around and forget how impressed I am, until I suddenly remember and feel very small and silly, like duhhh who could forget how massive the Eiffel Tour is, how does one forget to be impressed by Paris? There was a taxi strike yesterday and so my fare was insane to get from the airport, but the driver played classical music as we cruised along the French highways, and that was an alright silver lining. It's cold here and there's a string ensemble in one of my metro stops, which makes everything feel more like Christmas. Speaking of metro stops, Hunter's is the one in Amelie where she leaves the blind man. Isn't that neat?