Am I allowed to feel sorry for myself for living in Paris? Sometimes when I complain, I think to myself, “But you live in Paris, France!!!!” I am not miserable or anything. It is just that I love sunny weather and it is pouring outside. I don’t mind an occasional downpour. I put up with the cold weather the rest of the year. I am just asking for a few months of summer weather. Even growing up in Oregon I got that! It was warm a couple days ago…but I was sick inside with a dumb breast infection. I know that isn’t Paris’ fault, but come on. Rain and thunder storms in AUGUST!?!? Let’s be real about this. It is just a bit annoying to say the least. Did I mention that I was THE whitest person on the beaches in Barcelona? You may have thought that it was my cellulite or post pregnancy baby body that I was self conscious about. Nope. It was the unnatural glow I was radiating just laying on the beach. I think that a couple people were actually blinded as they looked in my direction to see the sun’s reflection on my skin. You think I am joking? I’m not.