It was a ten hour drive to pick up the cremated remains, and another eight hours to the cemetery. And a pint-sized hearse isn’t the most comfortable place to grab a few hours of sleep on the side of the road…
That one time I got lost in Paris
I was alone, in France, completely lost. My adventurous day in Montreux had just dissolved. I found an empty bench where I could sink down and take stock of the whirlwind of uncomfortable emotions swirling around inside, threatening to topple my equilibrium.
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