It's really sad that my next entry is about food again (but get used to it. I'm a foodie), but I was just so tired the first day, the afternoon was just about kicking back and trying to sort out my bags, while Baptiste did last minute errands. By the time we were both done, it was dinner. He took me to his kebab place, one of the many we would have. Kebabs are everywhere. And I don't blame the French for liking it, coz for 3.50euros, they come huge, with a ton of fries, and a drink. Not bad for a meal.
And it had our puny shawarmas beat. They're roughly the size of my face, with so much meat to make an obese carnivore happy and the fries? oh, I feel like there's a reason they're called French Fries. More often than not, they aren't the skinny kind. They're the huge fat ones that are perfectly salted and just heaven with ketchup. Best fries ever.
I'd tell you more about my first day, except honestly, it's just one hazy day full of food. I was just jetlagged to the gills. I'm not a good traveler on my own.
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