I was telling Becks about it. I just wandered away from some club where my friends were because I was tired. So tired that I decided I'd fall asleep in the doorway of a shop for the night.
Minutes later, some guy was prodding me and telling me I had to get up, it wasn't safe to sleep there. He was, of course, 100% right. But I shouted at him and grumpily made my way home. I felt like such an idiot the next morning afternoon.
She was more horrified by my sleeping rough in Paris story, though! >:D
I just want to have adventures, I dont need to write a book about it. It seems now I'm doing a lot of writing and not a lot of fun....I think I want to reverse that for a while.
Your adventures are definitely worth a book though. You can call it The Call of the Wild Child: A Traveler's Journey : )
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'drunken heap of a girl on La Rambla and other stories'
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I was telling Becks about it. I just wandered away from some club where my friends were because I was tired. So tired that I decided I'd fall asleep in the doorway of a shop for the night.
Minutes later, some guy was prodding me and telling me I had to get up, it wasn't safe to sleep there. He was, of course, 100% right. But I shouted at him and grumpily made my way home. I felt like such an idiot the next morning afternoon.
She was more horrified by my sleeping rough in Paris story, though! >:D
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Your adventures are definitely worth a book though. You can call it The Call of the Wild Child: A Traveler's Journey : )
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See? I can be pleasant.
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I can't help it. I recoil in horror every time I think about it.
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That said, I sure would like to be in a city wearing Minnie Mouse ears someday.
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