It’s not too bad waking up to this every morning.
So I’m here in France. Arconsat, to be exact. It’s tiny and peaceful here, a big change from Houston. A big adjustment.
The flight over here was anything but smooth. I had a layover in London, and on my flight from Houston to London..I fainted. Yes, I fainted. I’m not entirely sure what happened or why it did, but at some point I woke up and walked to the back of the plane to go to the bathroom because I felt like I was going to throw up. There was someone in the bathroom though, so I turned around to ask one of the attendants for some water and then I passed out. I woke up with one lady holding my legs up in the air and another checking to see if I was breathing. How embarrassing. One of the attendants asked me if my head was alright and as she said that I realized I had a huge headache…apparently because I fell backwards and hit my head. She gave me some apple juice and told me that fainting on airplanes is a common thing. (Really? Or are you just saying that?) The crew wanted me to go to the airport clinic in London when I landed, so I did, and the doc said I had a mild concussion and it wasn’t much to worry about. So for 4 hours until my next flight, I didn’t worry, but I had a fucking terrible migraine and I wanted to throw up. Then that flight ended up being delayed due to rain in London (surprise, surprise) and we had to sit on the airplane for an hour and a half. I sat next to two little old british ladies that were getting drunk from straight whiskey though, so that was adequate entertainment.
Oh, and on my flight from Houston to London, I got drunk up in the sky for the first time. They were serving dinner, and the attendant asked me if I wanted some wine. I was shocked for a second, not being sure of what I had heard. “Do you want some wine??”…”OH YES I WOULD.” I then proceeded to get drunk, along with the italian guy next to me. Two little bottles of chardonnay later, I was pretty sloppy. Shit hits you fast that high up. It made falling asleep much easier though.
July 14th is Bastille day in France and I’m going to Paris for three days with my friend Hailey to party. I’m excited, this is going to be cray-cray.
The day after I come back, my sister and I are going camping in the south of France for a week. We bought our tent and camping supplies today. The camp site is pretty awesome. There’s a pool and hang out bar area and showers/toilets and it’s close to the beach and stuff. I guess it’s not really roughing it too bad, but we ARE sleeping in a tent outside for a week, and that’s roughing it enough for me.
This should be a good summer. I wish I could have taken some of you with me.
Please send love letters to:
Claude et Josette Guy
Attn: Maryocéane Guy
Lieu dit le Bourg
63250 Arconsat
France
