I get to stay in Paris until July fourth. I found a train for 39 Euros. I forgot how cheap traveling can be when you can choose your own dates. Until then I’m just trying to savor everything because it’s likely that Ader and I won’t see each other again until December. (The second weekend of July is a no-go.) There is a shred of hope though because he had an interview on Monday that he said went especially well, for a French company that often sends people to the States, even if there are no specific openings in the Miami area at the moment. If that doesn’t work out we’re running out of options. Our next best idea is for Ader to go to the open casting for a Walmart commercial that we found in south Florida.

Yesterday we spent the day browsing bookstores, cooking together and reading in the park. Today it’s raining, so we slept in, went to Chipotle, and now we’re at Bibliothèque Marguerite Yourcenar, the only library in Paris open on Sundays. Chipotle was basically the same as in the States, but even more expensive. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a restaurant smack in the middle of the world’s most touristic city was expensive, but 9 Euros for a veggie burrito? That’s…never mind, I don’t want to think about how many dollars that is. Also not surprisingly the portions were smaller because the burritos weren’t overstuffed like at an American Chipotle. They were easier to eat, but now I’m still kind of hungry, even though we got chips too. The rice tasted a little too healthy for my liking, but the chips were kind if limey, which I enjoyed.

This week we’re going to the movies to see Un bonheure n’arrive jamais seul (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJD5-PS0yLQ) with our boy Gad, and another day Ader’s taking me to the aquarium (“si tu es sage”).  While he’s at work I’m going to tap into some of my self-discipline and go running and write as much as possible because I’m really out of excuses for not being productive. But mostly I just want to enjoy living en couple and having an incredibly cute ally and best friend with me who can make me laugh just by saying guacamole or making his yeux de gorilla. No one else in the whole world can do that, or even knows what I’m talking about. But going back to Germany won’t be all bad. Since I’ll be here to put money in my French bank account I won’t have to carry around a stressful amount of cash as I was expecting to have to. Plus I have my going away party to plan which should be pretty well-attended, before it’s back to reality.