The first time I went to Paris it was 1987 and I sat between a man who was chain smoking and drinking beer and a very cranky woman. It was a school trip and I was able to wander off a fair bit, but not like you were in Rome.
I lost an earring on the plane home and it belonged to my best friend who died two weeks later. That seems eerie in retrospect.
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Date: 2010-11-10 06:16 pm (UTC)I lost an earring on the plane home and it belonged to my best friend who died two weeks later. That seems eerie in retrospect.