I woke up at 6am on a Sunday morning. I think the woman I was sharing the hostel room with was pissed off at me, but from what I could tell, she had somewhere to be pretty early, too. Still, I completely understand not wanting to wake up to the sound of someone else’s alarm clock.
I love heights.
Am I afraid of them? Sure, I guess I have that healthy dose of fear that tells me to step away from an edge. But it never stops me from getting as close to the edge as possible. In fact, I don’t think I would love heights so much if I didn’t have that little fear inside. It’s what makes the “nice view” into something more. I guess you could say heights are my high.
I got a pretty good dosage today.
This place has terrible internet connection. Here’s hoping I don’t have to find the nearest Starbucks to post. (Update: I just needed a password. It works fine.)
Boy have I got a post for you. Get comfortable.
Today was full of disappointments.
To begin with, it was a Sunday. Everything’s closed on Sundays. But you know, the morning started out alright. I woke up before Sarah so order has been restored, and we had some perfect croissants for breakfast. I didn’t know croissants could be perfect until I had mine this morning.
We climbed 387 steps to the top of Notre Dame, and that was only to the top. The view was killer.