Newark, Newark

This morning I packed up, watched 2.5 episodes of 13 Razones, practiced French, ate some muesli dry, and checked out of the Marr. I caught a bus and I thought it was only 1,90€ to ride but it was actually 2€ and the driver let me on anyways. People are so kind.

Then I took the magic bus to Orly Airport. I got here 4 hours early but it's fine because I've missed being surrounded my civilization. When I get through the gate I have to spend my last euros.

Once I got thru the gate I bought bottled water and BOY DID I LO NECESITO. I always forget that once you go thru and get your bags scanned and hands swabbed ya ain't dun yet. I got another stamp on my passport and searched the gateway for quality French food. That's when I found Paul. The cashier was nice and I only paid 11€ for Citronade, a macaron pishache the size of my hand, and a vegetable quiche. I think that's the last macaron I will ever eat because it was So Rich. Satisfied for life. And I forgot how much I LOVE French quiche. They have essentially no cheese which is great, it's the perfect texture of fluffy yet firm filled eggs with tomato, carrot, pepper, mushroom, amazingness and the crust has a perfectly flaky croissant. Incredible. I remember eating one last year in Paris and the same warm feeling was felt in my heart.

I bought a mini can of Pringles after cuz I have a lot of change. I promptly ate them even though I'm not really hungry but I know I will be when I land and I won't have money.

I tried to watch Aladdin on the plane and the little woman next to me takes so much room and there's so much turbulence. Fly Level? More like Un-level.

It's 2200 and I'm back on American soil. In EWR Airport. I can see the Empire State in the distance... I think.

Feeling good, hyped, tired. And I just accepted a chem ta position for the winter.

Estoy agradecida por: gozo en mi alma, inglés, familia, ser estadounidense, el viaje, esperanzas