Paris.

I've learned 100 words in French now, and I'm longing for France. I have no idea why, but I'm longing for the cool fog of a fall morning camping in Southern France, microwaved lasagna and peach tea for Thanksgiving dinner, wandering the streets of Paris, lost, at 2am... The chance to get to the top of the Eiffel Tower, petit dejeuner, le fromage (lactose intolerant, unfortunately), l'amuse bouche (I love to say it but I still don't know what a canape is)... I'm feeling a lot of wanderlust right now. France, maybe one day I'll see you again. And if I do, I'm for sure visiting Donostia too!