Hey, gidday mates! This morning, playing directly into Murphy’s hand, I spent a good 90 seconds telling Jenny how great it is that we haven’t experienced a shred of Parisian ‘tude this whole trip. Big mistake. 30 minutes later we were at Telescope; the hipster, minimalist, hand-poured, pretentious yet beautifully designed coffee shop near our apartment. Jenny bumped into something while holding her cup, dropped it, and watched in dismay as €4,50 went down the drain. We apologized profusely and went running for the nearest napkins, while the two guys working the counter said nothing and stared, speech bubbles practically appearing above their heads reading, “Stupid clumsy Americans.”Click to Continue!
It was negative 11 degrees in New York yesterday. Negative 11. Come on! I’m from a subtropical country. My body is not acclimatised to this level of cold. If you weren’t born somewhere with a real winter, you grew up reading words like, ‘bitter wind,’ and ‘frozen rivers,’ and ‘gangrenous, frostbitten toes,’ and not really understanding the brevity of such statements. Trust me when I tell you you’re not missing out on anything. Seeing as this is an outfit post, here’s the part where I tell you that the only upside to this situation is layering. You know the rest:Click to Continue!