So you may or may not have heard that there might be a Disneyland Paris race in September 2015. If you were bored on Twitter last night you might’ve heard that that really, really, really excited some people. *cough*
For some reason, I started listening to Nena’s 99 Luftballons because I thought, “PARIS! DISNEYLAND! I should listen to a German ’80s song about Cold War tensions and the end of the world!” In my defense, it really is a very good song and my collection of French language music is somewhat lacking. Plus the last time I was in Europe I was in Germany, so it’s basically all the same thing especially if we’re looking at a map from, say, 1943.
I know I could just go to Paris any time I wanted. I know people do that all the time and to go to Paris just to go to Disneyland is kind of ridiculous (to most people), but going to Europe is really expensive. “My airfare could cover a week at the Yacht Club,” expensive. Yeah. Word. I went to Paris once for a total of 4 days when my dad was going for a job interview so we didn’t have to pay for the hotel and/or his airfare. It was before I had a digital camera but suffice it to say it was magical and I ate very well (though to be honest nothing rivals the ready availability of pretzel bread in Heidelberg, Germany. I LOVE PRETZEL BREAD, but crepes with nutella are pretty high up there.).
Either way, if it happens I’m really excited and already in negotiations with the penpal I’ve had since 7th grade re: meeting up in Paris since he lives outside London. That’s right, I’ve had the same penpal since 7th grade AND WE’VE NEVER MET. I actually have a lot of penpals from middle school that I still keep in touch with and unsurprisingly the regular writers are all overachievers later in life.