Alright, so we're on the highway heading towards Loire Valley and all I see is green and cars and telephone wires and graffiti and sometimes a glimpse of a small town or an industrial building but it's boring on the bus. I think I ate too quickly at breakfast, since around 9:58 my stomach is starting to hurt. I envy the other people on the bus who can take a nap, I can't. I'm wide awake since I took my medicine at 8:28. Too awake. I wore my comfortable shirt that's vaguely African with lots of colour, mum always said she likes it. People on the bus say it's 50% chance of rain and I'm looking at the clouds looming over us and I say more like 80% chance in the afternoon. I like cold, not rain. I mean if I'm inside, no problem but usually it's a battle. SOme people keep complaining because some people are from L.A. and they think it's supposed to warm in the summer. Oh silly people.
Greenery, endless greenery, I guess that's why it rains so much. I have a lot of homework to do since I'm skipping class to go on this trip. It's not my fault. THey made me come. I might have to ask someone in my class to study with me. Daunting. The bus thermometre claims that's it's 16 degrees. Ever since last weekend when it said it was 85, I've been wary of it's accuracy.
As we approach, you see fields of gold wheat but only glimpses like it's teasing us and the sky is becoming better for the L.A. people. I only took two books on this trip. I was like, "I won't need books in Paris, I'll be too busy" Ha, next time I'm taking more books and I will pay for the extra weight just so I don't have to go to the end.
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