Sooo… I think I may have ended up with Liza Minelli hair. Which I am surprisingly unfazed by, probably because at this point I’ve got bigger fish to fry. With the scary haircut behind me, the very very scary trip is ahead of me. One more day to do all the million things I still have to do, and then I get on a red-eye before another 7-hour flight before I start my life over, sort of, in a country where my phone, credit cards, oh and the English language, will not work.
You may or may not hear from me again before I leave, depending on how rushed and/or panicked I feel. So, please accept these weekend reads as my maybe-parting gift:
As is their wont, the French are up in arms about changes to their language
And yet they still have time to do awesome/useful things like ban supermarket waste
Inside the Delegates Lounge aka the United Nations bar
And with that… See you on the flip side, or possibly right before the flip side. Only time will tell.