Back from france with a tan and new haircolor (not...). Or well, the color around the face is new, I made it blonder since my cendre color made me look like an old lady (no joke.. it was grey or something..). Although the top picture of my old hair makes it look a bit more grey than it was. Oh well.. More pictures of my old hair here...
France was great yet a bit sad. You see, when I was born my grandfather bought this huge house in a place called Roquefort Les Pins and my mom and dad took their new born babygirl and an IKEA startpackage and went up there for about two months. Since then we've been there every summer and now the house is sold. I will never go there again. It may seem silly, crying over a house, but that house has represented my childhood and now I won't be able to go there again.
So the ride home was chaotic. I cried on the plane and then, since I get "plane-sick" I was about to throw up all the time until I fell asleep and fell down on the floor. Gosh, I hate flying..
How is your summer going?