When it sizzles.
Everything makes me cry. Even the places I love the most. Visiting the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France.
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
If a girl can’t be happy at the Eiffel Tower I don’t know where she can be.
But I cried most of the time there.
It was a mixture of waiting hours in line to get to the top of it. And the fact that by the time I got to the ticket window my back had already gone out, making it painful to stand, to walk around, and especially to take any type of stair. And because I am terribly afraid of heights and I forgot just how tall it was and kids run around bumping into you and not caring that they could be causing your imminent death.
And the fact that the boy and I had been planning for him to meet me in Paris at the end of my European leg but somewhere along the line we both stopped discussing it. And I wondered how it would be if he was there.
But despite all of that I made it to the top and down and back to the hotel in one piece. Though in a lot of pain that kept me watching a movie on my computer and doing little else the rest of the day.
And despite all of that the Eiffel Tower is still one of my favoritest places in the whole world.
