The bread, the mango beer, the crepes, the plum juice (NOT!), the "gourmet jelly beans" (hehe, seriously), the caterpillars (not for eating), the awesome-smelling flowers and barrels, the starbucks in drizzly weather, the butterflies and the boar who met the eiffel tower (not kidding)
Not to forget, the super-nice people. They're not gregarious like the Australians, but they are extremely hospitable. I felt quite looked-after because they keep tapping me on the shoulder and reminding me about something which I've almost left behind. I will not go into the details because they are, frankly, embarrassing.
The language barrier did unnerve me last night when I was detained at the train station. But crocodile tears can get a girl anywhere. No, really, I was seriously homesick. The only person who spoke English was some railway authority over the phone.
But, then they redeem themselves with their wholesome cuteness -- how can I not mention the CARTOON who was buying a train ticket adjacent to me, yesterday? So there was this guy who would abruptly start making faces at the vending machine he was using to buy a ticket. He'd make his selection on the screen, then pull a face, thumb his ears, stick his tongue out. Then he'd continue with his purchase and pull a few more faces while the next screen loaded. This went on for a good five minutes; I was so distracted that I forgot about my own ticket and just stood there gaping :D I finally figured out that he was putting up a show for the little camera lens mounted above the touchscreen :D When he saw me giggling, he abruptly straightened up and nodded hello. It was like watching Mr. Bean in action yaar :D
Ok then, time for food.
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