I like using initials, but for K it seems more relevant since she is Eastern European, and you know how they love using initials.
Anyway, K came to visit, which was wonderful. Not many people could put up with living on a cot out of a suitcase for ten days, but she did it without complaint. I always knew there was something special about that girl!
We did a bunch of touristy stuff, and I finally climbed the Eiffel tower. It actually wasn't as expensive as I thought it was, or maybe I just got used to outrageous prices. Anyway, I don't have much to say about it except that I like how they numbered the steps. Also, there are a lot of steps. My legs hurt the next day.
Went to the Louvre again. I have this kind of weird relationship with the Mona Lisa where I take people to see it or I walk there by myself if I'm alone, but then I won't actually look at it. I just cower at the opposite side of the room. I'm really scared of becoming that stereotype, saying "there really is something captivating about her!" But I finally walked up and looked at it for serious, and she winked at me! It was pretty creepy. Supposedly it was actually a self-portrait that Da Vinci became obsessed with. I think there's also a map to some hidden treasure the founding fathers got from Egypt if you put some special stuff on the back.
Also finally went to the Rodin and Picasso museum. Those guys sure can do what they do!
It was really sad when K left. I stayed up all night because I was at a party until about 2:00 and her taxi left at 4:00 or so. I couldn't sleep after that, so I went running around the block at about 5:00. I learned that it is much safer to go running in Paris at 11:30 or midnight than 5:00 AM. Some guy was yelling at me from his car that he was a DJ, so I just yelled back that I don't speak French and then I ran away. It was pretty intense. I also got really sick immediately afterwards because some food poisoning from a bad drunchies choice kicked in. Ouch.
