Boy and girl are officially going back in time. When we arrived to Paris we lived a while without some basic needs but this time, it’s out of our hands. We went this afternoon to set up a new account for our internet/cable provider and things were going surprisingly well. They didn’t ask us for mountains of paperwork (until you deal with French bureaucracy, you will not understand the extent we mean by mountains), they were okay that we didn’t have our RIB (bank docs) and even behaved friendly at our lack of internet service vocabulary. But nothing comes without a catch, right?
“Okay, when can our installation man stop by? The 20th? 21st?” Yes, she meant October. We won’t be able to waste hours away on the computer or “practice our French” watching tv for the next three weeks. At this question, boy and girl looked straight at each other, jaws dropped and laughed. What on earth will we do?