First, let me preface this story by saying that I don’t look for trouble when I travel. If anything, I do my very best to blend in with the crowd, to keep my head down and walk away quickly, if necessary. I also pride myself in the fact that I have a natural resting bitch face, which has probably helped me avoid a lot of sticky situations that have happened to others whom I’ve met. You could say that I’m an extra cautious traveler, in that respect.
Granted, it has been a while since I last posted a “Crazy Travel Story” story. I’d been meaning to get around to it sooner rather than now, but I ended up prioritizing my destination posts on the places I’ve been to so far that the *crazy* stories behind them got pushed back further and further.
As many of you probably know by now, I’ve done my fair share of traveling throughout my time as an assistante in France. The numerous cities and countries that I’ve been to continue to leave nothing but good memories for me to reflect on wistfully afterwards- really, I wouldn’t change the world for having had this opportunity to do so.