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My friend Melody came to Paris this week for a visit.  it was her first time visiting the city so it was a good time showing her around, taking her to visit all the different areas.

I wanted to take her bike riding, but apparently Mel doesn't like two things: bikes and horses.  

Reflect 

So anway, what didnt we do?  Every day was fun-filled and fabulous.  oh la la.  

We even got sick together.  Thursday night when we got home from dinner I became feverish and ill and Mel couldn't stop coughing.  We spent the night practically dying together.  There were times when I would be like, "Mel, khoobi?  Hasti?"  and vice versa.  At one point she was like, "Ranna, berim."  "Koja berim, Melody?"  "Khooneh.  Mamanamo mikham."  "Midoonam.  Soon enough." 

Yeah, it was miserable.  Turns out I have strep throat and I'm pretty sure she'll get it sometime in the next few days.  

I told her it was mental, and that if she told herself she wasnt going to get sick she wouldnt get sick.  To which she replied,"

"Boro gom sho to-am ba een mental-et.  Hamechi mental-eh barat!"  that was funny.

Friday was spent with Melody and I in bed, until she (bless her heart) chose to play mommy and took care of me.  Her and Yasna.  Yasna brought soup and Mel shared her pharmaceutical knowledge with me and told me which pills to pop at what hour. 

I mean, considering I was practically dying and Melody had to stay home most of the day (until she went shopping for a few hours with Yasna) it was a pretty funny experience.  Mel looked at it from the positive angle...."How many times can you say we've been sick together in Paris."  haha....

We even had a doctor pay a house call at 11:3o pm.  That was kind of cool.  We just called this company and they sent over a doctor who checked out my throat and wrote me a prescription.  Granted, it was sort of expensive, since I'm the idiot who chose not to get insurance, but still, it's not something you see in the US.

So.  She ate what she had to eat.  She saw what she had to see.  But in the middle of all the generic things, we had some of the most bizarre, random, hilarious, experiences I've had in Paris.  I really hope she had fun.  

Love, Ranna 

PS. My sabzeh is officially NOT growing--chikar konam?