I'm leaving. I feel like thats what I say to everyone. Next week I'll be in London for a week which I am quite excited about, Portobello market and the nightlife should be pretty sweet. I am excited to dress outrageously, I hope it won't be bitterly freezing. I am going to meet someone named Roxy. Were staying in her flat because she's Tarryn's cousin and I hear she dresses mad cool. It should be a good time.
Proceed to the day we arrive back in Paris, Tarryn and I have around 24 hours before we leave for Marrakesh, Morocco for a bit of sun and camels. I can't wait for the HEAT. This weather in Paris right now is literally turning me into an ice queen. I always have Tarryn's black fur coat on and the air always sounds like a ballerina's music box has been left slightly ajar. The sky is velvet grey. Anyway, I can already picture the colors of Morocco. Slate blue and blazing orange. I want to bring my floor length, faded cotton skirts from California and long, gauzy summer dresses. Tarryn and I are going to swim in our guest house pool and eat long, spicy luxurious meals and ride camels in the desert. We are also going to walk through the mountains and chill in the huge flower fields. I can't waitttt!!!!
I am also venturing to Goa, India this June and July for two months of volunteer work with young Goan children. I will explain more about this later.
"Strangers on this road we are on, we are not two we are one."