Paris to Florence

Watching kids play PS5 in the Paris Orly airport at 8am. We fly back into Milan, then have a train back to Florence. Will be nice to be back, get a good night's sleep, rather than sleeping on that black wrestling mat in the hostel. Jo and Joe was a great hostel though. Was very easy to meet other people, hear stories of lives. Nick from Australia traveling for 5 months. Finds some love in Austria. Turns out she is in a 5 year relationship. Some people have strong urges that need met. They still talk. Hailey from Utah who had her necklace stolen in Sao Paulo, Brazil. A 13 year old took it off her neck and swallowed it. It's an old gold necklace given to her by her great aunt right before her death. She followed the boy home, told the mother what he had done. The mother fed him laxatives for him to shit it out, with no avail. Ended up going to the hospital and taking herbal medicine from the Amazon rainforest. The chain of the necklace began to twist around his stomach lining. Upon throwing up blood, he finally shit it out. She doused in Vodka, natures sanitizer. Good as new, another memory, another remembrance of a loved one saved by the thieving gut of life.

A child is taken out of her mothers arms, and into the fathers. The child begins to cry, a sudden lull in the airport that this child occupies. Sometimes I think bringing a child into this world is cruel. Merci!! (high pitched voice). I really enjoyed my time in paris. I feel as though I did mainly touristy things, like wait in line for 3 hours for the Louvre. I would like to go back with no plans and just get lost there. Meet people, walk the streets. But life is expensive and I need to begin supporting myself. I enjoy telling the stories of my life as well to strangers. It all makes me appreciate and love my life and all the weird, crazy shit I have done. I am comfortable with myself.