Less than a week ago a couchsurfer from croatia asked me: "Do you want to go to paris with me?"
- Huh!? What? Right now? - No no, on friday
That question really threw my off my guard.
So I said: "Uhmm.. ahhh... maybe!?"
I could write a long Story about considering pros and cons. But I did'nt. What actually happened in my head was more like: If I don't go, I'll regret it. What's the worst that can happen? Dying. hmm.. That will eventually happen someday, whether I go to Paris or not. Alright! Let's go!
So here I am with my backpack I packed an hour ago. Did I forget something? Probably.
toothbrush? Check! Towel? Check! Sleeping