The Long Goodbye
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After saying goodbye to everyone last night but in fact going back to stay in Bastille with the others again, it only meant that I would have to say goodbye yet again to my new found friends.
The first up was Jeff, I was still awake so we talked a little before he left. We knew we would be seeing each other tomorrow in Dublin so to be fair it was more of a "see you later" than a "goodbye". After that I managed to fall asleep but for some reason the alarm was set on my phone. Forgetting that Ben had made me promise to wake up Lori so they could catch their flight on time. Luckily she got up anyway, so naturally I took credit for her being ready.
It was at this point that I realised that I was still sleeping on the floor even though there had been an empty bed since Jeff left. Unlike the usual hostel goodbyes, were you both promise to meet up though you both admit its fairly unlikely, I think with this group, we are definitely gonna see each again and stay in touch.
After I said my goodbyes, I went to the metro to find my way to my hostel. Who did I find on the bench but Lori and Ben. Didn't they leave a long time before me?? This meant that for the third time I would have to say goodbye to these two intrepid travellers (hence why this blog is called The Long Goodbye). Turns out that checkout time in my hostel was an hour before I arrived. The girl at reception really didnt like me but did agree to leave my bags in the back room as I didnt fly out until much later.
I couldnt decide what to do next so I just jumped on the metro to check out the time for the bus to Beavais airport.
On the way back home, I thought about how much I love the city of Paris. People talk about the arrogance of many of the French people, either I have grown accustomed to it by now or it just aint true. This was most definitely the best trip I had yet taken to Paris, a city I have visited a good few times by now. All the people I met here were great fun from the very beginning and I really do hope to meet them all again. Honest.
Can you tell that the battery on my MP3 had died and had nothing to read on the plane??