Going back to being a proper student, that’s it, i’m out of here and leaving on a jet plane (should you be lucky enough to get security clearance)
Nothing says “I love you” like a dude clapping when the wind suddenly lifts your skirt up as you’re cycling by the riverside. Welcome to bdx. I must preface this post by adding that spontaneous public nudity is not all I’ve been up to this month, I have also been perfecting the art of tanning in the office. So hello, dear reader, I’m back in your normal little life with a slice of my normal little life! And as summer is starting to run its silky hands through my hair, the cold grip of the year abroad project keeps whispering sweet “you have to write those oh &!*$ 6000 words” into my ear.
The fantastic one-woman bdx tourism ad, rolling rolling THUMP and bonjour gorgeous, can I buy you a boisson?
It is now March, and just as surely as all the British tourists have started wearing sandals at the slightest hint of sun, so does this blog once again rear its, one hopes improving, head to deliver a status report on my life and Bdx. And, in a rare moment of brevity I shall give you a quick conclusion for this month: Come to Bdx.