Friday- Zabrina

Let me start this post out with a shout-out to the cute Brits who needed my help in the station. I was talking on the phone to Aubrey (because I need a daily dose of Aubrey or I miss her too much) and I was watching them out of the corner of my eye, kind of a nonchalant inkling of, "hey they're cute and British". They were eating a huge chunk of watermelon and cutting it off with their pocket knife but pretty soon a homeless man came over and asked for a chunk and then another and failing to speak French or feeling like a greedy person, they ended up giving away all their watermelon! I thought that was kinda nice.

Well, I was still blabbig on the phone to Aubrey and one came up and asked, "Ou est le....garbage?" I had to pause (rude! no, jk) and was like "garbage?" in my most American accent possible. Flattered he thought that I was French but seriously, I've been speaking English for the past 30 minutes right next to you. He was relieved to figure out I was American! I told him he'd have to look around for the trash because I couldn't see one nearby but then he came back for more conversation later. Thank goodness!

After doing the whole spiel that I was a nanny here and I spoke a bit of French, he went along asking what "rubbish" and "camping" were in French. They were a funny pair of seriously clueless guys. When they asked what the RER was, I knew they needed some major help. I offered to take them to where the trains were and we exchanged travel stories, argued about who drives on the correct side of the road, and they explained that they were going to Fontainebleu to do some rock climbing. "You know those guys on the sides of the cliffs, hugging rocks and trying to sleep? Ya, that's us." Okay I may have fallen in love.

Unfortunately, I led them straight to their exit point which meant no more British-boy-flirting. And, to be honest, I didn't even put make-up on that day. Brushed my hair, put on my comfy Paris pants, and left the house. Woo-hoo.

Well, that fun was over so then Zabrina arrived and we made a pit stop back at the house to let her regroup and stuff. Since I worked that afternoon and evening, I took her to the little Statue of Liberty at Beaugrenelle then around the mall and we ate Chipotle. If I'm not careful, I'm going to run my bank account dry...before Italy!

When we went to the stattue, the rain decided to come down in cords (as the French so cleverly say) so we were staked out under the bridge for a while with a crowd of hooligan school kids. Finally when it let up, we went on our way. I dropped her off at the Tower again and she met up with some friends in town.