back in the land of cleanliness and prosperity
On Monday, I couldn't figure out why all the store were closed. I hadn't smoked since Friday and was really craving it. It took 45 minutes of walking around before it occured to me that it was Bastille Day.
I really felt like getting away from Nancy. I think mostly because of my fucking stalker, who wouldn't give me a moment's peace. I was determined to make to Germany that same day. I cleaned up the apartment and hurried to the train station to catch the last train to Stuttgart.
Problem is, I still had to buy a ticket and the lady at the ticket counter had a hard time getting the international ticket figured out. She kept entering some wrong code and making the ticket cost 80 euros instead of the 40 euros it was supposed to cost.
To make a long story short, I missed my train, but felt like I was going to get my throat slit by a pycho if I spent another night in Nancy. I called Pierre, who picked me up and brought me to his place in Belfort. The next day, Jéssica, Pierre and I drove to Stuttgart together and spent the evening downing hefeweizen with Tiana and her boyfriend Benjamin. It was weird finally being back in Stuttgart after a year away and then spending my time in a big group of Frenchies, speaking French. The last time I lived in Germany, my French wouldn't have been sufficient to hold a meaningful conversation.
I'm staying with Tiana and Benjamin, so the French adventure continues. We went to a Swabian restaurant last night and I had my first Maultaschen in a year. Super lecker!
I've got a bad cold. But I met with a 19 y/o guy today anyway. He was really forceful and really weird. Why do I do this to myself? Just stop meeting guys, Josh. My god.
I really felt like getting away from Nancy. I think mostly because of my fucking stalker, who wouldn't give me a moment's peace. I was determined to make to Germany that same day. I cleaned up the apartment and hurried to the train station to catch the last train to Stuttgart.
Problem is, I still had to buy a ticket and the lady at the ticket counter had a hard time getting the international ticket figured out. She kept entering some wrong code and making the ticket cost 80 euros instead of the 40 euros it was supposed to cost.
To make a long story short, I missed my train, but felt like I was going to get my throat slit by a pycho if I spent another night in Nancy. I called Pierre, who picked me up and brought me to his place in Belfort. The next day, Jéssica, Pierre and I drove to Stuttgart together and spent the evening downing hefeweizen with Tiana and her boyfriend Benjamin. It was weird finally being back in Stuttgart after a year away and then spending my time in a big group of Frenchies, speaking French. The last time I lived in Germany, my French wouldn't have been sufficient to hold a meaningful conversation.
I'm staying with Tiana and Benjamin, so the French adventure continues. We went to a Swabian restaurant last night and I had my first Maultaschen in a year. Super lecker!
I've got a bad cold. But I met with a 19 y/o guy today anyway. He was really forceful and really weird. Why do I do this to myself? Just stop meeting guys, Josh. My god.