Goodbye's.

Yesterday I left Madrid at about 7am, joining the early morning revellers still partying and soaking up the last of the city that never sleeps. After my most stressful flight yet in which I almost missed the Ryanair check in, put my baggage on the scales to be told it was too heavy, and then having a lady scowl at my French visa with doubt, I arrived in Paris to find my bag missing and with zero money to get the bus from Beauvais to Paris. However, things somehow resolved and I arrived into sweaty Paris successfully. Spent the day with friends enjoying the sun in beautiful Parc Buttes Chaumont next to probably Paris' only stream. Arrived home to my old apartment to an email that my flight is on the 20th! Oops, casual freak out. I 100% thought it was the 21st. Today involved frantic packing in the hottest room imaginable trying to narrow my life down to 30kg. It hasn't happened. I may be wearing a LOT of clothing on these flights. Off for a final Parisian ice cream with the wonderful contingent of people I've met here. I'm thinking it's going to taste bittersweet.