I think I'd move back to Europe purely for the pomegranates. They're my favorite fruit, and, of course, only available during a very short period of winter. Before my grandpa died, he would always make sure that I had one in my Christmas stocking. Santa has continued that tradition. ;)
I'm all of a sudden so not ready to go back. It's feeling a bit like deja vu again;
there's that feeling of, I remember doing this last summer.
I keep comparing everything to last summer. It's the only independent trip I've taken ever,
and the first international trip in a long time.
Today was overwhelmingly bittersweet. For the past week or so, I've been ready to leave,
ready to be home, and now, I'm not.
Today we discovered that what looked like a blocks of stores, is really just
stores on the outside, and an open courtyard.
Inside, the courtyard was full of old used books and records.
So what I want to know is why didn't we discover this two weeks ago?
We're off to crepes for dinner, maybe a last stroll around the city, and then Paris tomorrow.