I am one of the most unobservant people. I remember watching a scene in the movie Shaun of the Dead where there are zombies everywhere. However, the main character walks into a zombie infested shop, grabs some some milk and throws some change on the counter to the zombie shopkeeper. Then, he walks out seemingly… Continue reading Copenhagen, Denmark
The first week in France has been nothing short of a French food festival. Everyday has been filled with eating out in restaurants and trying all the local foods that have to be tasted. Accordingly, my French vocabulary has expanded and now includes some of the most important words:
After months of “unseasonably warm” and “summer like” weather in Tamworth (with frequent 30C plus days since September, the supposed start of spring), I was looking forward to a month of running in the European winter.
After arriving at 6am in Paris on Friday morning, I have more or less been in survival mode for the past two days: Feeling ready for a sleep at midday, but trying to function until a reasonable time to head off to bed.