its weird, and sometimes i cant believe it.
Sunday night, the May 27th, around 11 p.m, i was telling a
lot of people good bye, it was sad, really sad. i just was giving
hug. and some of my friends gave me a ride to my house. with
Elia's help, i finished my suitcases. May 28th, 3 a.m i left my
house to go take that damn plane. The good bye was pretty
sad, but funny at the same time, coz i loose my tickets, and
my host mom found it in my backpack! i know, i know! i cant
change. after took 3 planes, i arrived at Paris airport the May
29th. To be back is weird. first, i didnt want to see anyone.
Now i feel better, happily!! My year is over. i loved all of them,
and i hope i embellished the french image.


