I’m currently in Paris and alone at our Airbnb with my youngest who is playing on his Nintendo Switch.
We had a great day consisting of some sightseeing, a boat trip through the Seine, exploring the shopping street close to Champs Elysees and having dinner.
The rest of the group just left and went clubbing and I couldn’t wait to share something that happened last midnight/this morning. Sorry for the spelling errors, I wanted to share this quickly before they’re back.
Around 2 in the morning, the friends of my oldest son Justin gathered at our place preparing to go to Paris for the weekend.
The group should have consisted of Justin, and his girlfriend Sarah, Koen, and his girlfriend Lotte, Dax, and Jermain who I both introduced in my previous post and another couple that was supposed to join but had food poisoning.
Sarah suggested my youngest son Lucas and me to join instead else it would be a waste of space of the minibus and Airbnb they rented.
I was looking forward to a quiet weekend so I refused but Lucas begged me.
*”Please, mom! I’ve never been to Paris.”*