Why I spend my weekends in Paris

There was a time when I was a little bit younger (just a few years back) when I said to myself, “one day, gagawin kong Cubao ang Paris”. Of course, ceci est une caricature. I was exaggerating, obviously. By economic standards, Cubao is not at all comparable to Paris. Maybe to the chaos of it, yes.

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Life AbroadLeniParis, Rouen
Climbing up the bell tower of Rouen's Le Gros Horloge

Someone once asked me: Leni, what's there to see in Rouen? That time, I only knew about the cathedral and that this was the place where Joan of Arc was burnt. So I answered: I heard there's this cathedral. His reply: Leni, what French city does not have a cathedral? Point taken. Ten months later, I'm still discovering what my host city has to offer to have better answers if this question ever come up again.

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Mad Man in Madrid

So there I was, together with a group of about twenty people, one rainy day in April, strolling along the streets of Madrid. We settled on the palace garden, as our guide wraps up his tour when suddenly, a drunken old man approached us.

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TravelLeniMadrid, Spain
Getting all giddy in Gdynia

It was a 4 ½ hour drive. The view wasn’t spectacular. All I could see was construction, forests and a few houses. So I decided to grab my laptop from my bag and continue my post about my Warsaw weekend. As if we were in the middle of a conversation, the guy behind me asked why I chose to visit Poland. He was speaking really loudly that I got a little bit conscious. We continued talking for about an hour.

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