Courir Barely made it to St. Pancras to catch the Eurostar to Paris on Friday afternoon. I was exhausted from trotting around London and was looking forward to a 2 hour nap on the train, well knowing that once we got into Paris, it would be another late night out. However, things don’t always turn out as planned. Xavier and I spent nap time in the train’s cafe gossiping and talking shit about the group of Brits would were downing their 12 pack of Budweiser and slowing taking each article of clothing off as they finished a can of beer. As soon as we got to Aude’s apartment in Place de Mexico, we decided to “do some fitness”. Xavier took me around one of the lakes at Bois de Boulogne. In total, we ran almost 4 miles. During our run Xavier noted that had he worn sunglasses, people might think that I was a celebrity and he was my body guard. I’m not quite sure if he’s saying that I looked hot or that he looked hot? Or that we both looked hot?
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Barely made it to St. Pancras to catch the Eurostar to Paris on Friday afternoon. I was exhausted from trotting around London and was looking forward to a 2 hour nap on the train, well knowing that once we got into Paris, it would be another late night out.

However, things don’t always turn out as planned. Xavier and I spent nap time in the train’s cafe gossiping and talking shit about the group of Brits would were downing their 12 pack of Budweiser and slowing taking each article of clothing off as they finished a can of beer.

As soon as we got to Aude’s apartment in Place de Mexico, we decided to “do some fitness”. Xavier took me around one of the lakes at Bois de Boulogne. In total, we ran almost 4 miles. During our run Xavier noted that had he worn sunglasses, people might think that I was a celebrity and he was my body guard. I’m not quite sure if he’s saying that I looked hot or that he looked hot? Or that we both looked hot?