Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Zabrina's Last Day

It's Monday morning and we had two things left to check off the list for Zabrina. 1) go to the top of the Eiffel tower and 2) go to Angelina's cafe so she can buy some cocoa to take home. After being elevatored up to the top of Paris' finest tower, we met up with Lily and Aubrey for a picnic next to the Seine. We got some lunch meat, cheese, and rice cakes for me and I brought my kilo bag full of cherries. The security at the lady thought I was a freak for carrying around a bag of cherries, but hey, they were only 4 euros at the Versailles market!









Anyways, us girls sat along the Seine and had a cherry seed spitting contest in which I barely won after Lily proved to be quite a formidable competitor, Zabrina in third, and Aubrey whose first seed went about two inches from her feet. In the meantime, we were definitely taking turns staring at the attractive men running, stretching, and doing pull-ups on the bars behind us. What a prime picnic location. Like Aubrey said, "why haven't we done this before?"

Afterwards, we went and picked up Suzanne from the Louvre after she had an absolutely miserable time with the crowds, the shoving little Asian people, and hardly seeing anything at all. Poor thing! We all walked over to Angelina's for a little chocolate therapy and enjoyed some cups of cocoa to go. Zabrina and I headed back towards home where she left to meet up with her boo from Hawaii who she randomly saw at church and I went and fell asleep on the park bench for a good thirty minutes before getting children.

Our dinner that night consisted of a big meal with the grandparents and a cousin who came to get Julie for a surprise vacation and Zabrina did a nice send off with kekui shell necklaces for the fam. That night, she went out again with her boo thang and then got back at 4 in the morning before taking an uber to the airport two hours later. Crazy girl!

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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