I am sitting in a quaint little Parisian internet cafe, typing on a keyboard that has me reverting to the two finger method. The keys on this keyboard have been completely switched around and I feel like a begginer typist again.
This trip has been amazing, but I think my companions and I are all in agreement when we say "I want to go home". We are tired and sore and feel like we have walked around the world and back. My feet are protesting so loudly that I can barely stand up.
But we are happy. Thats all.
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