Paris, who would've thought I would feel this way.

This time felt different, this time is different.

While I was in the taxi on my way to the hotel, I looked outside... I
felt nothing. All I was thinking about was getting to the hotel, going
online and resting.

Last time?
Last time I tried to eat Paris with my eyes. As soon as I got to the
hotel, I dropped my things in my room and got out till the last metro
took me back.

This time?
This time, I went to the hotel, found that internet is not free, cried
a bit and held the "Don't try to cheer me up, I am disturbed already"
something like that T-shirt, I held it close, and cried. I want to go
back to Lebanon. 7 more days and I will be back.

The shower booth is so freakin small, I kept bumping into it. BLEH.

And I drank a 3 Euros bottle of water, barely half a liter (well it
was from the mini bar) I was too thirsty and no way I was gonna get
out in the cold to buy water!

Paris, who would've thought I would feel this way.