Feels weirdly like home.
Today I was at the airport.
And found out then and there.
That I´m flying to Paris on Tuesday.
I was like "What, I´m going to Paris?"
They forgot to mention that to me.
So I cancelled my flight back to Miami.
Seems like I´ll have two days off in Paris.
Thank god I packed some spare underwear.
After Paris to Miami.
Couple of days and fly to Rio.
Isn´t it funny?
|Flying in to NYC.|
Reminded me of home in a weird way.
|Got in, dropped off bags and spent the night here.|
There was a fireplace.