We loaded up on the train...take my advice...always take the early train while traveling in France. Why you ask. Odor. The aroma in the cars is not fresh in the afternoons. I feel comfortable saying this, because I stink too. Yes, I said it.
We have all heard it. The stinky French. Well it is not their fault. The deodorant, yet expensive, does not work. I use it everyday and everyday I think to myself..."is that me?". Yes, it is.
So, here is my first open apology to the French.
Thankfully, the thrifty husband that I have told me of this expensive deodorant, so I stocked up at Costco before we left. Our crate arrives tomorrow. Goodbye stink.
Life on a train with Jaylee:
There were two very nice woman that rode facing us back to Paris. Jaylee made fast friends. While we were chatting...in English. We discussed learning French. I mention that I start my tutor once we return to Paris...
J: "My dad is a tutor"
Lady: "He is?"
Me: "Jaylee, he is not."
J: "Yes he is. He toots and farts all the time. Remember this morning when he tooted and wiggled his bottom."
UGH......I feel myself sweating more.
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