And soon, my waist.
Since arriving in Europe six days ago, I’ve eaten twelve macaroons and what must be a half gallon of butter with countless baguette slices. And cheese, and pancakes, and croissants, and cheese, and cakes, and cookies, and pizza, and cheese, and pasta, and ice cream, and I can’t even remember what else except they were all delicious and probably contained at least 3,000 calories each. Oh, and cheese!
Yesterday we arrived in Berlin, after spending five lovely days in Paris.
The highlight of course, was the Moulin Rouge. Where the cancan girls kick so high that they can casually use their shins to brush hair away from their faces.
Talk about inspiration for getting the splits!
We’ve got one more work event to attend and a couple of industry parties to check out before we head home on Friday morning.
I know that I’ll probably wish we had slightly more time to see Berlin when it’s time to go, but right now I’m actually looking forward to going back. Back to my normal, non-decadent, non-vacation diet, back to the familiar humidity of Asia where my skin never feels dried out, back to grandma and the cats at home, and back to intensive pole classes to whip my over-eating ass back into shape.
In the meantime, I still have just over 48 hours to eat my way through Berlin.
Did someone say sausages and beer?…
(and I don’t even eat sausages! Lol)