Not the nicest Thursday
I sadly realized that it is indeed hard when you move away to another country because of the lack of connection and communication with the people you love the most.
Anyway, some friends keep saying that it is only due to the 7 hour difference that we haven’t been able to talk as usual. But is it really? Is that the reason why I haven’t been able to talk as much as I would like to with my loved ones?
For me that sounds more as an excuse.
And what has really hit me the most these last couple of days is realizing that I am usually the one who reaches out first. I’m the one who puts all the effort to maintain the relationships. I’m the one who is always keeping in touch, making sure they are alright, sharing, sending pictures and voice messages. The saddest thing here though is that I’m not getting that in return.
And I saw this quote yesterday. And it hit me.
And it goes like this » You are not selfish for wanting the same energy and love you give».
And yeah, I am not. I am not asking for too much.
And there’s a place that I’ve dreamed of
“Feels like I’m in a dream… You know what I mean.”
“… and I lose all sense of time.”
Baby, come with me
How my first week in Paris looked like:
What if I tell you that…
It really is not because I’m in Paris, the so much called “city of love”.
I feel ready.
Ready to give everything I can to someone 🙂
Does that sound super lovey dovey?
P-a-r-i-s, mi amor.
If I had to describe you with a couple of words, it would take me some minutes to find them. It would bring me back to the most exquisite memories I have so far of this lovely place.
From fresh lavender scent while walking on the streets, carried away by the wind, to buttery-crispy-soft-perfect «pain». From elegance and fashion, to traditions, food, cheese, architecture, history and ART.
France has so much to show, so much to give and so much to be admired of.
So, as simple as it may sound, without hesitation I know I’ve fallen in love with you, Paris.
People may say I’m a dreamer, way too romantic, way too passionate. But, am I?
I’ll attach a couple of pictures that can describe the way I see Paris so far.
Enjoy!
Paris, Je t’aime
It’s time to write about my first day in Paris!
My flight went by smoothly, which is good, but surprisingly I hadn’t slept at all the previous night. (Still experimenting this horrible jet lag), so I was tired, anxious, nervous, and very hungry. Also, the airport was so crowded and I was feeling so lost. Didn’t know where to go to, plus I was kind of lazy to think on taking the train. To be honest, I ended up taking an Uber that charged me 80 euros! Really? That’s crazy! You never pay that in Mexico nor in the US for a cab or an Uber, but what can I say? This is Paris!
Then it took me about 40 minute to get to my place. I was so freaking tired and hungry that I just wanted to close my eyes and take a little nap, but the driver wanted to make conversation and he wouldn’t stop talking. It was kind of annoying, I’m not going to lie. He kept saying things like almost reassuring that Paris is not dangerous at all and that there’s a huge difference between the rich and the poor. And I was like… okay. I seriously was very cold, which I’m not like that regularly, however I was so tired that I didn’t even feel like talking. Sorry not sorry.
Then getting to my place was exciting but it also made me feel anxious to get everything out of my suitcases and start unpacking. I didn’t know what to do first. I wanted to eat, unpack, shower, and sleep.
But hey, I made it!!! I made it here!
So first day was pretty much all about “sleeping”, cleaning, unpacking, catching up with my loved ones and resting. But you want to know something? A big part of me was already so anxious to get out and explore!! Loved the Paris vibe already. Oh, and by the way, I’m not technically living in Paris. I’m at a tiny town called Rueil-Malmaison, which is about 20 min by metro to the Eiffel Tower. Not bad at all! And let me guys tell you that this tiny cute town is so gorgeous.
Bienvenida a Paris!
What about München?
Ok, what can I say about this place? It’s simply gorgeous! Loved how neat it looks even though it has an old vibe type of buildings. People are kind of cold, yes, but oh my, the city is absolutely beautiful!
First minutes in Munich and I already knew I wanted to go back. It just caught me.
They literally took the ice cream away from me after taking such a long time deciding which flavor bc nobody wanted to help me understand some German. Gosh! Like really? People were staring at me like if I was from another planet.
And that actually was the first moment I felt slightly homesick. Then I called my German friend and explained it to her. She actually made me feel better. I’m glad I have her in my life. But anyway, that’s why I ended up at a cafe ordering a latte that I didn’t even want and eating a lemon tart, which was pretty good. However I was still craving the gelato.
So many pictures about me! The Airbnb host was super nice that she even suggest taking tons of pictures of me in these cute places we went to. Tbh, I was feeling half zombie half juman, but there I was walking in the streets of a lovely city known as Munich.
Weather was humid and hot. I really wasn’t expecting it to be like that at all.
A curious girl, a wanderer 