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\nDinner<\/a><\/p>\n

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For dinner tonight, I had some beer and salad with toast and hot goat
\ncheese, egg mayonnaise, and tomato. It was to my liking. I could really
\nget into this egg mayonnaise thing. They put horse raddish or something
\nin the mayo and serve it with sliced hard boiled eggs. It’s really damn
\ngood.<\/p>\n

Today was sort of a strange day. I walked and walked. I walked all the
\nway to the arc de triomphe, then down rue hausmann all the way home near
\nplace de republique. I got a little lost around rue sebastapol so had to
\ntake the metro home. It feels really good knowing if I get lost and
\ntired, just hop on the metro. It was just strange because I feel so
\nalone in such a huge city full of people. I don’t mind the solitude,
\nit’s just so much easier in the country where it feels natural.<\/p>\n

It is so hot today, it’s ridiculous. My room is an oven. I feel very
\nanti social today but I have no choice but to leave my door open. I am
\non the top floor and all my neighbors are americans, maybe a little
\nconversation would do me good. I was so tired and hungry by dinner time
\nthat I had trouble getting up the energy and nerve to go into a cafe and
\norder something by myself on a friday night. Do you know what that feels
\nlike? It feels dumb. It’s mostly shyness I think. I’m ok most of the
\ntime but when I’m tired and dehlirious with hunger, the idea of an
\nawkward exchange sounds so terrible. It never is awkward. It’s always
\nfine. I can communicate just fine. I understand most of what is spoken
\nto me. All I really have to do is say bonjour, merci, au revoir. That,
\nand smiling is enough to get by.<\/p>\n

I listened to the decemberists while walking down the champs elysees.
\nAfter I did that, I felt like my journey was complete. The rest is cake.
\nI have to say, it sounds much more romantic in the song than in real
\nlife. But I sort of expected that. And the arc de triomphe didn’t
\ndisappoint.<\/p>\n

I’m really sorry about all the spelling errors.<\/p>\n

I just wanted to say, I love sandwiches and this place is the land of
\nthe sandwich. I love it, I look forward to lunch everyday. Lunch is the
\nbest. I can’t wait for it to be lunch time tomorrow. I might have to get
\na sandwich before I take off for the zoo, just in case they don’t have
\nsandwiches there. I love sandwiches. Today I had chicken salad. The mayo
\nwas seasoned with fresh herbs, it was on country bread. It was so good.
\nAs were the cookies… I guess I’m having a pretty good time.<\/p>\n

If I can figure out how to get there, I’m going to spend my day tomorrow
\nat the zoo and the surrounding park. I need some grass and nature. The
\nzoo is supposedly one of the first zoos to drop caging of animals and
\nhas them in more natural habitats. Can’t be as cool as the one in cork
\nireland but I’ll give it a whirl.
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Dinner Originally uploaded by angrypirate. For dinner tonight, I had some beer and salad with toast and hot goat cheese, egg mayonnaise, and tomato. It was to my liking. I could really get into this egg mayonnaise thing. They put horse raddish or something in the mayo and serve it with sliced hard boiled eggs. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-243","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/243","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=243"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/243\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}