“Breakfast” from yesterday’s entry means just that–we met for 8:15am breakfast before his 9:00am business meeting. I certainly hope that I didn’t imply that I met him the day before and hung with him until breakfast time. I don’t know why I feel the need to clarify. I guess it’s possible that something like that could potentially happen–especially in Amsterdam. Especially where I’m concerned. Alas, no.
Landed in Paris a few hours ago and was stalled in a hideous traffic jam. Spent over 30 minutes stuck in a tunnel and it freaked me out a little. Rainy and cold here.
I want to have a nightcap, but can’t get in touch with any of my travel mates (except for one who wanted to sleep). Guess we all know what that means, right? Solo.
Got this weird internet connection, and I think I’m running out of time.
Maybe I’ll just go to bed.
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