The Wrong Hostage
So I read this book that Dani, Rita’s roommate, had left in Oxford while they stayed with me, called The Wrong Hostage. It was a suspense novel, not completely my type of book, but it was fun to read. However, I never thought I’d be living it. Munich was interesting to say the least. By the end of our three-day stay, Melissa, Christi, and I were referring to ourselves as hostages. Christi’s “friend” who we stayed with wouldn’t let us out of his sight and had every minute of our day planned. But we have now made it to Paris, after getting very little sleep on an overnight train and spending the day in Versailles with chilly weather. We are at hotel now, and we are one, two, free peoples (as one of our Austrian friends said as he was counting how many of us were going to be coming canyoning). So we are very happy, but very tired and hungry. Need to rest up and get energy for tomorrow. Maybe I’ll find some time to write a proper entry in here soon, but it might not happen until I get home. Hopefully I’ll remember everything. But just have to say, yay! We are free peoples!