Walking home from English school Wednesday afternoon was quite the adventure (and laugh). It was super hot that day; sunny, a few clouds here and there.
Just as I had sat down to drink a ginger detox drink and some gluten-free speculoos cookies, it started sprinkling, then raining, then down pouring. Just my luck. No umbrella, a thin running jacket, and a very likely cranky 5 year old coming out.
As the class was letting out, thankfully the rain stopped. However, halfway up the hill, the rains came and then the pelting, giant-sized hail. It was crazy! Thankfully Alex and I were able to laugh while we ran for cover and had a fun time hiking up the hills that were beginning to resemble small waterfalls. Quite the odd Spring day.
"The Life" as an Au Pair, a Mormon, and a girl looking for wild adventures in Paris
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“Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke

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