PARIS!

hoorah! have made it safely and in a timely fashion to the treviso airport. remember last time i tried to take a flight form here, to rome, was the time i missed my plane and had a nervous breakdown out in the parking lot and then was forced to take the overnight train to rome in a tiny smelly cabin with 3 women from napoli. so planned ahead and have succeed in making my flight (almost, shouldnt jinx it...).
QUINN is arriving at 7:45am. she wants me to meet her at the airport. which i am glad to do, but i fear i will be smelly and possibly still drunk from tonights festivities i.e. dancing in paris with frederic and his friends.
in october, blake came to udine to stay with me for a night. we were told by everyone that udine is boring, there is nothing to do, nowhere to go, goodluck having fun. we decided to prove everyone wrong, and went out with a bang through the streets of my quiet old city. at the beginning of the night i was all sad because the boys in udine are super fancy and wear tight jeans and dont speak english and are not very easy to meet or become friends with. so i was on the hunt for a cute boy to talk to. had finally given up, as there was no one, and was all sad, and since alot of time cute boys dictate the amount of fun that i can have (is sad but true to an extent) i was like, ok well udine is a bust. again. but then out of this bar came this adorable boy with eyes so green i could see them in the dark and a scraggly 5o'clock shadow and a sweet smile and i said, thats him! i went up and asked for a cigarette in italian ("tu hai un sigarette?"...a good conversation starter) and the boy replied, "no, because i dont speak italian. but if you ask me in english i might" and i said, "oh, you..?" and he said, "oh, you...!" and then the rest was history...was frederic, my beautiful sweet french friend, totally fate. we spent the entire night talking, seriously, we were glued to each others side until 7am when blake and i wandered home. the enxt night we hung out again, and then we have messaged and chatted online since then. hes wonderful and kind and so easy to talk to and well read. he has been a lifesaver during this trip, helping us find hotels, book train tickets, giving me maps and directions. this weekend he is going to paris to visit his friend, and we will be there too, and then on wednesday Q and Angela and i are going to stay with him in Aix-En-Provence, and then to Montpellier, where he grew up, for the weekend. so anyway, hes all friendly and nice and i was all excited because i am positively sure that any romance we had is over and we are just good friends now, which is fantastic. however, he called me on the train earlier, to tell me that he checked with my hotel and it is infact ok that i dont get in till midnight, and the sound of his voice almost knocked me flat...soft and quiet french accent, a slight slur, but throaty from getting over a cold and a few too many french cigarettes. almost collapsed. and am now nervous that when i see him face to face ill freak and melt or something. when we call home on thanksgiving ill put him on the phone and all the ladies in the family can swoon...
ok, am so excited i might explode
head is feeling better just knowing i am closer to paris.
i love you all!