There's something odd about rainy whether in the city. It's always unexpected and when it hits, it hits hard and then the water is sucked right back up into the sky. I got caught in the rain the Sunday before last, while visiting the Musée d'Orsay and had to spend 12 euros on an umbrella. Of course, by the time I got the umbrella over my head , the rain had stopped.
I managed to break it out again today. The sky was overcast and the weather lends itself a little bit more towards sleep than being an active listener. We're all out of it and all the café au lait in the world couldn't snap me out of this fog I'm walking around in.
The job front is coming along. I have a few offers of interest, but when working abroad the job is the least of your problems. It becomes an issue of age (OMG EU! I am 28. that is not old) and who can and will sponsor you for a Visa I want to stay in France, but it's becoming increasingly difficult without marrying a frenchman. (No! Unless you are Jean Dujardin. Then call me)
I have an offer in London, which is leading me there this weekend. I've never been particularly amorous of anglophilia. Except for the Spice Girls. I love them. Ever since the closing ceremony of the Olympics.
But, I will go where I can get a job. I guess as a Ratliff (bastardized variant of Radcliffe, like Daniel or Governor James of Pocahontas fame) it will be like going home. I'm excited that I get to do both London AND Amsterdam.
I promise that once I find a USB cord for my camera, I will post more detailed updates of how I while away the hours here. Including an entry on how the first time I ate snails.
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