Smiles and Sorry's

Many smiles and sorry's to the locals here. One day I about run over an elderly couple. The next day, heaven forbid, I don't give the exact change which earned me an eye roll and an English "have a nice day". Okay, I know I'm American, I try my best to embrace that here. However, when you don't even say anything at all and their French foreigner radar goes off, you know it is bad. 

I had the closest I have come to a mental breakdown while here this morning. We had our weekly meeting and I was suddenly given so much information. It was too many responsibilities and a lot of scheduled guarantee for embarrassment for a girl who slept in and missed breakfast and coffee. 

Perhaps it was just lack of coffee that jump started this free fall of impending doom. 

I thought I was done with jet lag. Nope. Woke up four o'clock bright and early, my brain and muscles not to relax. 

My day did not turn out as awful as I have painted it to be. I quick shopping trip resulting in the following cured me pretty quickly. Mom, I could've spent all my money today. I showed ENORMOUS amounts of restraint. All these French stores are my style and all 50-70% off this time of year. I died a little inside walking away. (the beautiful perfectly form-fitting little black dress you see there was only 10€) 

A nice hour-long walk with the crew ended my day and dinner is in twenty minutes- au revior. (Oh-vwa)