Day three, They three
With the three of us, we woke up vertically in the bed of heartbroken Julien. In the bed on which he himself didn't sleep anymore, since his loved one left. Julien said he wasn't a breakfast-person, but because we didn't reckoned him to be a heartgarland & balloon type, we pushed him a 'grand brunch' inside and Marieke drew a robot singing a thank-you-song on his mirror. Bouke left us for a coffee with his 'future wife' and the adventure alone, so it was 'just les femme, otre fois'!
After we refused to pay 9 euros for a coffee as real Dutchies, we found a nice cute payable coffee-place. Here we held our therapy session: telling each other everyday what we despise about each other and afterwards giving eachother compliments to soften the truth. It was a 'sesion formidable'! We learn a lot about each other because also that continues on holidays.
After a 'belle' afternoon in the 'Sacre Coeur', 'Monmartre' and more beautiful Paris, the time was ticking out. Did we want to leave Paris, we had to leave right now!
By the gasstation by 'le Periferique' we ended up on the outskirts of Paris. Here, one after another impressive looking blinded sportscar past by. Nothing for the Wereldontdooisters! We got a spontaneous offer from a friendly looking Algerian but his two friends seemed to be too much of the professional criminal looking type. So we politely refused his offer. Dusk set, the lights of the gastation were turned off and there was only one car left. It was a car with two guys that look trustworthy between all the 50 cents. We carefully asked them if the gasstation was about to close. And indeed, so it was, they said. But they offered to take us to a little town just beneath Paris. What great luck! The two sweet friends; still cool daddy's took us to the empty apartment where they needed to take the last furniture out. Here we could sleep for the night and the two guys took care of us as if we were their daughters who they worried about!
The next morning.......
To be continued!
With the three of us, we woke up vertically in the bed of heartbroken Julien. In the bed on which he himself didn't sleep anymore, since his loved one left. Julien said he wasn't a breakfast-person, but because we didn't reckoned him to be a heartgarland & balloon type, we pushed him a 'grand brunch' inside and Marieke drew a robot singing a thank-you-song on his mirror. Bouke left us for a coffee with his 'future wife' and the adventure alone, so it was 'just les femme, otre fois'!
After we refused to pay 9 euros for a coffee as real Dutchies, we found a nice cute payable coffee-place. Here we held our therapy session: telling each other everyday what we despise about each other and afterwards giving eachother compliments to soften the truth. It was a 'sesion formidable'! We learn a lot about each other because also that continues on holidays.
After a 'belle' afternoon in the 'Sacre Coeur', 'Monmartre' and more beautiful Paris, the time was ticking out. Did we want to leave Paris, we had to leave right now!
By the gasstation by 'le Periferique' we ended up on the outskirts of Paris. Here, one after another impressive looking blinded sportscar past by. Nothing for the Wereldontdooisters! We got a spontaneous offer from a friendly looking Algerian but his two friends seemed to be too much of the professional criminal looking type. So we politely refused his offer. Dusk set, the lights of the gastation were turned off and there was only one car left. It was a car with two guys that look trustworthy between all the 50 cents. We carefully asked them if the gasstation was about to close. And indeed, so it was, they said. But they offered to take us to a little town just beneath Paris. What great luck! The two sweet friends; still cool daddy's took us to the empty apartment where they needed to take the last furniture out. Here we could sleep for the night and the two guys took care of us as if we were their daughters who they worried about!
The next morning.......
To be continued!
