Hobo of the Month
I just had the most amazing night of my life. I effectively learned how to survive as a homeless person in Paris. My mind is running wild with all the things I experienced tonight because, in all honesty, the things I witnessed ranged from appalling to brilliant, and in some cases the entire range of judgement could apply to a single event. I'll give you an example:
After I went out for drinks with my new friends, Eli and I stepped out and went to find an Englishman by the name of Daniel. Daniel, lives on the street. He is, for all intensive purposes, a bumb. But he is very well educated and very intelligent. He just decided that he would live on the street for a year or so before returning to his rather prosperous life in England. We found Daniel after only a few blocks of walking and from there headed towards a bakery called Paul, just inside Odeon. By now it was about 2am and the bakery's all start their baking for the next day. Which means they discard all the baked goods
from the previous day. We found litterly hundred of baguettes, paninis, crossants, and other baked good, still wrapped in plastic and still cool from the refrigerators they were stored in.
We grabbed a few bags and started to walk the streets with dozens of goods from the previous day. We weren't necessarily planning to keep them for ourselves, but rather, we offered them to various homeless people we came across. Many took them greatfully, and some kindly declined the offer.
To be honest, I had the most outrageous time, and unfortunately I am so tired right now I can hardly focus on the screen, I'm completely reliant on my blind typing abilities to get these ideas onto the page. Because we were wandering the streets at 3am, and I would have to get up at 5:30 anyway, I thought it not such a poor idea to remain awake for the rest of my stay in Paris and opt to sleep on the train to Switzerland instead. But now, I'm at the apartment, bags packed, ready to go, and yet I still have over 2 hours until my train leaves.
I'm actually kind of affraid to go to sleep for fear that I might not wake up in time and subsequently miss my train. I think I will go read the news for a bit, write a few short and indescriptive emails and hopefully that will be sufficient to pass the necessary time. But I guess we shall see. I just had the most amazing night of my life. I effectively learned how to survive as a homeless person in Paris. My mind is running wild with all the things I experienced tonight because, in all honesty, the things I witnessed ranged from appalling to brilliant, and in some cases the entire range of judgement could apply to a single event. I'll give you an example:
After I went out for drinks with my new friends, Eli and I stepped out and went to find an Englishman by the name of Daniel. Daniel, lives on the street. He is, for all intensive purposes, a bumb. But he is very well educated and very intelligent. He just decided that he would live on the street for a year or so before returning to his rather prosperous life in England. We found Daniel after only a few blocks of walking and from there headed towards a bakery called Paul, just inside Odeon. By now it was about 2am and the bakery's all start their baking for the next day. Which means they discard all the baked goods from the previous day. We found litterly hundred of baguettes, paninis, crossants, and other baked good, still wrapped in plastic and still cool from the refrigerators they were stored in.
After eating a few ourselves, we grabbed a few bags and proceeded to wander the streets of Paris, passing them out to various people we found sleeping on the street and such. Many took them greatfully, and some kindly declined the offer. So how's that for a story to tell my children.
To be honest, I had the most outrageous time, and unfortunately I am so tired right now I can hardly focus on the screen, I'm completely reliant on my blind typing abilities to get these ideas onto the page. Because we were wandering the streets at 3am, and I would have to get up at 5:30 anyway, I thought it not such a poor idea to remain awake for the rest of my stay in Paris and opt to sleep on the train to Switzerland instead. But now, I'm at the apartment, bags packed, ready to go, and yet I still have over 2 hours until my train leaves.
I'm actually kind of affraid to go to sleep for fear that I might not wake up in time and subsequently miss my train. I think I will go read the news for a bit, write a few short and indescriptive emails and hopefully that will be sufficient to pass the necessary time. But I guess we shall see.
After I went out for drinks with my new friends, Eli and I stepped out and went to find an Englishman by the name of Daniel. Daniel, lives on the street. He is, for all intensive purposes, a bumb. But he is very well educated and very intelligent. He just decided that he would live on the street for a year or so before returning to his rather prosperous life in England. We found Daniel after only a few blocks of walking and from there headed towards a bakery called Paul, just inside Odeon. By now it was about 2am and the bakery's all start their baking for the next day. Which means they discard all the baked goods
from the previous day. We found litterly hundred of baguettes, paninis, crossants, and other baked good, still wrapped in plastic and still cool from the refrigerators they were stored in.
We grabbed a few bags and started to walk the streets with dozens of goods from the previous day. We weren't necessarily planning to keep them for ourselves, but rather, we offered them to various homeless people we came across. Many took them greatfully, and some kindly declined the offer.
To be honest, I had the most outrageous time, and unfortunately I am so tired right now I can hardly focus on the screen, I'm completely reliant on my blind typing abilities to get these ideas onto the page. Because we were wandering the streets at 3am, and I would have to get up at 5:30 anyway, I thought it not such a poor idea to remain awake for the rest of my stay in Paris and opt to sleep on the train to Switzerland instead. But now, I'm at the apartment, bags packed, ready to go, and yet I still have over 2 hours until my train leaves.
I'm actually kind of affraid to go to sleep for fear that I might not wake up in time and subsequently miss my train. I think I will go read the news for a bit, write a few short and indescriptive emails and hopefully that will be sufficient to pass the necessary time. But I guess we shall see. I just had the most amazing night of my life. I effectively learned how to survive as a homeless person in Paris. My mind is running wild with all the things I experienced tonight because, in all honesty, the things I witnessed ranged from appalling to brilliant, and in some cases the entire range of judgement could apply to a single event. I'll give you an example:
After I went out for drinks with my new friends, Eli and I stepped out and went to find an Englishman by the name of Daniel. Daniel, lives on the street. He is, for all intensive purposes, a bumb. But he is very well educated and very intelligent. He just decided that he would live on the street for a year or so before returning to his rather prosperous life in England. We found Daniel after only a few blocks of walking and from there headed towards a bakery called Paul, just inside Odeon. By now it was about 2am and the bakery's all start their baking for the next day. Which means they discard all the baked goods from the previous day. We found litterly hundred of baguettes, paninis, crossants, and other baked good, still wrapped in plastic and still cool from the refrigerators they were stored in.
After eating a few ourselves, we grabbed a few bags and proceeded to wander the streets of Paris, passing them out to various people we found sleeping on the street and such. Many took them greatfully, and some kindly declined the offer. So how's that for a story to tell my children.
To be honest, I had the most outrageous time, and unfortunately I am so tired right now I can hardly focus on the screen, I'm completely reliant on my blind typing abilities to get these ideas onto the page. Because we were wandering the streets at 3am, and I would have to get up at 5:30 anyway, I thought it not such a poor idea to remain awake for the rest of my stay in Paris and opt to sleep on the train to Switzerland instead. But now, I'm at the apartment, bags packed, ready to go, and yet I still have over 2 hours until my train leaves.
I'm actually kind of affraid to go to sleep for fear that I might not wake up in time and subsequently miss my train. I think I will go read the news for a bit, write a few short and indescriptive emails and hopefully that will be sufficient to pass the necessary time. But I guess we shall see.
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Hey, I can´t get your e-mail off of here for some reason. Anyway Wendy told me you are in Spain. I´m studying here for a semester and have been here since Jan 3rd. If you need any help or just someone to hang with give me a call or an email! its taust727@uwsp.edu Either way have a blast traveling! I´m doing a lot myslf but it would be better without the studying part:)
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