Part of me wanted to keep these blog posts coming daily while I’m out in France.
It’s only day two and I’m behind.
In fairness, are travel days even real days?
Does it deserve a blog post?
How I went to church and my favorite coffee shop to say goodbye to my hometown?
Or how I choked up while hugging my parents?
Or how I went to a batting cage with my best friend from baseball and took so many hacks a blister developed on the inside of my left thumb?
Or how the A/C was broken at my departure gate?
Or how I sat next to two, young catholic pilgrims on the flight over?
Or how I didn’t have to pay 120 euros to the cab driver?
Or how I barely scooched on the 12:57 train to Bayeux?
Or how I sat in a coffee shop and wrote down everything I wish I could say to start a conversation to the old woman next to me?
Or how another woman sitting next to me at the bus stop wouldn’t stop talking?
Or how I just kinda snuck into my airbnb like goldilocks?
Or how I got a full 10 hours of sleep?
Maybe all of this deserves a blog post.
Albeit, a day late.
*I wrote this a day late…and posted it many days later.