One week of travel holidays

Happy times with my boyfriend

After my trip to Brussels and my trip to Paris I had one week at Amiens until I would go to London for five days. I had planned all those trips before I fell in love with my boyfriend and now I regretted a bit that I have to know everything to much time in advance, because I would leave in only one month and we wouldn't have so much time together anymore. Furthermore, I didn't know if he was really interested in continuing that "relationship" when I would leave France, because we had never talked about that and I didn't know how to ask him - bilingual relationships have some disadvantages, and a large one is communication. You can speak a foreign language as good as possible, but some things will always stay difficult to express.

But well, at the moment everything was a bit unsure but I loved every minute with him and I decided to focus on living in the moment and not to worry about the future too much. He was still in Paris, so I relaxed the first day and started to study a little bit. My exam would be the 20 of May and it was only the 2nd so I had plenty of time and wasn't very motivated to do the summary and learn everything by heart. So, I washed my clothes, read a book and took the bus into the city centre to enjoy the nice weather a bit. I walked around in the pedestrians zone, entered into some stores without buying anything (London would be expensive enough! ) and was impressed by the large cathedral of Notre-Dame in the city centre, even if I had already seen it several times before - it was just next to my faculty.

The three English girls

Later in the afternoon I met three friends in the city centre and they invited me to come with them to have a crêpe and some hot chocolate in a café I really loved. I knew that after France I would have to do a lot of sports in order to lose some of the (assumed) 1000 kilos of croissants, crêpes and pain au chocolat, but at the moment I just wanted to enjoy my French life as it was. I couldn't even imagine that before I had wanted to go to Finland to study and was devastated because I hadn't received the place at the university there. I loved my life here in France, I had fallen in love with an incredible person and my heart hurt when I was thinking about leaving in only one month.

I had so much fun with the three other girls in the café that I totally forgot all those problems for two hours. I really liked spending time with them, I had already met them on my first evening when my tutor took me ice skating and since them we had a kind of friendship - of course they knew each other longer and met more often because they had the same job, but one of the girls was living in the same residency than I did and we met sometimes to go to the cinema or cook and I really liked it to have somebody else to do things, not just my boyfriend.

After our Crêpes session they wanted to go shopping but I was not in the mood and still quite tired so I returned to the residence by bus. At home I watched some series via my laptop (I was missing my TV so much sometimes) and finished doing my laundry. Then, wanted to cook something for dinner but when I entered the kitchen it was just even more disgusting than usually. There was tomato sauce spread in the whole sink and everything was sticky because of oil and butter. I wasn't motivated to clean everything, so I just tried not to touch more than necessary and cooked some pasta. I returned to my room and stayed in bed while I was eating. I began to like my little, cosy 9m² room - it was small, but comfortable and you didn't have to move a lot to open the fridge or get something from the table. Furthermore, it was easy to clean. But I also missed my apartment in Germany at lot.

Holidays can be so wonderful

So, the first evening after Paris was quiet and cosy and I didn't do anything special, I just wrote a bit with my boyfriend, but we didn't meet. So, I slept early after having watched all the series and episodes I had missed in Paris.

The next day I slept in, had a relaxed breakfast and didn't know what to do with my day. My boyfriend had to work on his thesis, but we decided to meet for lunch because I didn't want to cook two times in that disgusting kitchen. I loved spending time with him, even if it was just eating for one hour. Afterwards, we went a bit through the area next to the university and had a short coffee before he had to get back to work. Maybe we would meet in the evening, maybe not - I could never know that for sure.

So, the rest of the day I spent walking around in the city, sleeping a bit at home and watching series and movies. My boyfriend never finished work before 9 or 10, so I was just preparing for a second cosy evening because I never knew if we would meet or not. But at 9 he told me that he finished work now and if I wanted to come and pick him up - it was always like that, he messages me, I pick him up with my car, we buy something to eat and then we go to my apartment, eat, watch a movie and sleep. I loved those evenings, even if they weren't anything special. But it was a little bit like living together and I liked that scenario. The next day we slept in and before I brought him back to his apartment, we had a nice French breakfast (full of calories) in a bakery. For me it was just perfect as it was during this period of time, I didn't even care that we didn't spend the day together - the evening and the morning was enough for me. And I couldn't imagine how my life would continue without all that time together with him. But soon I would know how it would be.

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