Don't Lean Forward

             This morning we woke up and blogged. My mom and dad were gone getting us croissants, so our room was peaceful. Then they came back and I ate yogurt with croissant. Yum. Afterwards, I took what I call an hour shower. It was so relaxing. I jumped into warm clothes and then headed out the door. Rain clouds filled the sky making it look gloomy and colerless. We learned about the history of the castles, and other boring stuff. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Balh. Blah. Then we paid 12 euros to go to the top of the bell tower. It was terrifying. The cars and people seemed so small, I could pick them up and start playing with them like dolls. I just don't get it, I thought I wasn't afraid of heights. I even went off the high dive at the swimming pool. The high dive people!!! The high dive!!! ( Sigh. )

                 Anyway, I hurried down the steps as fast as I could go and reached bottom. We looked for lunch and finally found a market with a restaurant. I got a cheese burger with fries, Tara got the same thing, and my dad had a Quinoa saled. ( As always, my mom could'nt have anything. ) Then we shopped, ate fries, and walked around until I got a Belgian waffle. But I accidentally got one that wasn't fresh. It wasn't very good. Tara got one just like me, but with strawberries and whipped cream. Hers was better. Eating dinner next to the river, seemed like a wonderful idea. So we got sandwiches, salmon, egg, pasta, and lettuce to eat. Now were are in our beds waiting for are next adventure to happen. Remember, when you're on top of the bell tower, I wouldn't suggest leaning forward. 🐩 :)