The countdown begins.
I'm so excited to come home, even though I have to find a job again when I get back.
I'm going to try going kayaking before I leave, and once more on a zodiac. We'll see.
Jo-louis are already finished. So is the pâté and french bread. We will be labelling each pot of nutella with our names, each person having one pot. I will finally be able to sleep well, knowing I will have something to eat for breakfast the next day. Just kidding, I sleep like a rock, Éloïse and I are both fast asleep within 2 minutes of closing our eyes. Which means neither of us know if the other snores or not.
But we probably don't.
Spiders are accumulating in the bathroom.
Time for the evil broom to come out. I swear, they're all going down.
11 days and counting.
When I get home, that Ombrerita will get the longest cuddle in the history of humanity, and she will probably scratch my eyes out. As for Poosh, he'll get adventures outside in his travel cage.