I thought I'd decided while in Namur to next visit France. But locals had advised me that Paris wasn't really any place for a girl all alone. Not only was the city mostly a hotspot due to its romantic nature(which obv means it should be enjoyed with someone else), but apparently also there is a lot of crime there, particularly petty theft.
When in the airport, I thought to myself, "well, whatever, danger-shmanger. I grew up in the hood. If I could make it out of Philly, I'm sure I can manage my way around Paris and 8yr old pickpockets." Despite my natural urge to laugh in the face of danger, I decided as advised, to consider Spain. The Euros from the card club in Belgium all told me that it was a better choice... safer, better to tour alone, and better(warmer) weather.
It's funny I should say better(warmer) weather. I've always preferred heat to the harsh winter cold. What had been so interesting about my European experience thus far, was that I was actually enjoyyyying the cold! I loved walking down the street with the cold flushing my face... it was refreshing beyond just physical sensation. Motorbiking home after every amazing day and night with a light sleet tickling my cheeks. It was like a "singing in the rain" experience for me. :D /rant
