Coffee on the Keyboard

I’m back in Paris for the second time, and now, finally, after more than a week, on my way back to health.

I fell ill last time I was here, after walking back with some cool Americans from the Eiffel Tower to the Bastille and back to Republique, which took around 2 hours in the middle of the night. I went to San Sebastian anyway and wasn’t really able to appreciate it, so I’ll have to go back, since it was a great city. Then on my father’s suggestion I went to Madrid and he put me up in a hotel to get better. That didn’t work, I actually got worse. The hot air didn’t help and the fields of allergens between me and the commuter rail (I had to go from Getafe to Madrid every day, not a great way to recouperate, admittedly) made things pretty bad. So I came back to Paris and spent another three nights in hotels, and went to the American Hospital where they gave me antibiotics and I’m finally feeling a little better. Tonight I’m going to a hostel for the first time in a week. Hopefully it will be less boring than the hotels.

So there’s not much to tell, because I haven’t done anything for a week. But lying out in the sun in the lawns between the Eiffel Tower and the Ecole Militaire is great, by the way. If I manage to find a way to spend next summer here I will definitely waste a good deal of time doing that.