Grilled cheese, to be exact --God bless America) and mentioned just that. “But Danielle,” she responded, “this is your real life right now. Let yourself enjoy it.” She is such a good freaking friend.
a directed study research paper I wasn’t exactly prepared to write in the first place. I’ve been tired, anxious, tired, and stressed out. My poor boyfriend probably knows this best and our relationship was under strain because of it. My friends didn't see much of me at all, and I missed them.
5-euro mojitos, ran home for a quick dinner, and then met other friends at a cocktail bar. I didn’t get home until 6:15am. And Sunday, when I did wake up (at noon, I might add), I still had one last outing to look forward to.
Anne, Deanna, Lauren, Lillian, and I ventured to Saint-Germain-en-Laye for the 400th birthday of Louis XIV’s gardener, André Le Nôtre. Lauren’s pup, Daisy came, too. The massive château gardens featured works by various contemporary artists, thoughtfully scattered throughout the manicured landscape. We wandered through the grounds, took lots of pictures, relaxed on the lawn, and ended on a sweet note with expensive gelato. It was basically perfect; the kind of day that made my expat doubts a distant memory.
"So, this is real life, huh?" I thought to myself. It's pretty darn great.