So walking along my inncocent way through town I was talking to my friend Josephine on the phone and WOOOOOOSH, a gust of perverted french wind blew my skirt up and gave passers by quiet the show.
And I made a home made pizza. yuuuum. Charlotte liked it a lot and even though Camille said she didnt... has four slices... but we figured out it was the crust she didnt like.
The Belgians sure do know how to make delcious beer. However not as good as Portland.
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