(I found this in my blogs drafts! Unfortunately I couldn't find anything else I had written.)
After Camp and my Dad arrived at 1, I found myself felling feverish and ill, a coincidence I assure you. Drinking hot tea and falling asleep right after made me feel better. The next morning we left early, much to my dismay. A quick pack-up and a rush to the train station to reserve tickets left us enough time to go to the Louvre. It was very cool, overwhelming large, and a terrible place for lost fathers who need a bathroom. Camp liked the statues of people dying and the ones of people in immense pain, I enjoyed the Italian art work and the greek and roman statues, my dad liked the bathrooms and everything else. After the Louvre we went to the park outside it, ate lunch and talked for about 2 hours about anything interesting that we could think of. I also practiced hitting Camp on the head with a Orangina bottle. (For those of you who don't know what that is, Orangina is carbonated orange juice, that you should never feed to 15-year-olds by the name of Camp.) After lunch we headed to the train station, boarded the train, entertained (or maybe it should be entertrained) ourself, and slept till we arrived in Florence.
This happened on the 7 of September.
This was written on the 24 of September and posted on the 2 of February.
