Once again, we're rocketing across the French Countryside in a collision course with Paris. One thing this trip has done is refocused my distaste for sparkling water. I really dislike sparkling water. When it comes to water, I just want to chug it down and quench my thirst. Sparkling water hinders both those objectives.
Because it's gassed, you can't chug it down in mass quantities. Because it's gassed, it doesn't satiate the thirst. For both these reasons, I would ban sparkling water if I were King.
Meanwhile, it's a seven-hour journey from Amsterdam to Avignon. We have yet to reach Paris and I'm weary from travel. With Amsterdam's tolerant attitude towards marijuana, I partook and enjoyed both the G-13 Haze and Amnesia Haze, and perhaps it's left me in a bit of a haze today because everything feels a bit more labored than usual. It may be legal but I'm not operating at 100% efficiency today.
Once in Paris, it's a mad dash through Gare du Nord over to the RER train to Gare de Lyon and the TGV down to Avignon. I can't wait to get there and change.