Saturday I had plans with François and he told me that I could bring some laundry over there, so I trekked my way across town with a large bag of laundry and my backpack also full of dirty clothes. Unfortunately, there is no washer here in my building and although there are laundry mats all over the place, they are ridiculously expensive. In addition to this, I have been looking for a drying rack so I can hang stuff to dry and not ruin stuff, yet for some reason I have been unable to find one. Therefore, it seemed worth it to haul my stuff over there to wash it all.
When I arrived nearly an hour late, I was surprised that his sister answered the door, as I had not even known that she would be there with her kids. While I waited for François to get ready, I chatted with her all in French, which was awesome! Fortunately, she was very friendly and sweet, so I did not mind waiting and talking to her. After she left, we walked to a really beautiful park near his place with a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower. Then we ate some dinner and just hung out because he had to leave at six the next morning to go see his grandparents in another part of France.
Since my laundry was nowhere near dry, I brought it all inside and hoped that somehow it would hurry up and magically dry super quickly! Luckily, François let me stay after he left early in the morning so I went back to sleep because let’s face it, I am grateful to catch some zzzz’s anywhere other than my studette with the most uncomfortable bed ever! Strangely, even though I was not the one who was traveling, I had been having all these super crazy dreams that I kept missing a bus that I was taking somewhere and kept having to change my ticket to the next bus. Then oddly enough, I woke up hearing someone calling, “Cristine, Cristine!” Although I am Cristin, in most other countries people pronounce my name “Cristine,” so it was super weird to wake up to hearing my name being called!
Of course whoever was outside was not looking for me, but another “Cristine” and I got up and went to assess the laundry situation, which was unfortunately not so good! Most of it was still sopping wet even though it had been hanging to dry for HOURS! Yet being the creative laundry person that I am, I grabbed the blow dryer and got to work. However, I think I seriously spend about two or two and a half hours blow drying my damn clothes! Finally they were mostly all dry and I packed them all up and left. Unfortunately, I don’t think getting a drying rack is going to be an option as it would take up my whole studette and need to dry for two days or something, so I will have to consider this before doing more laundry!