Bordeaux

If you are ever passing through Bordeaux on a budget, make sure to stay at the Auberge de Jeunesse. There’s a good chance you may run into a lovely and well-spoken old Englishman named Dylan, the epitome of a nomad. He will regale you with stories of his solitary wanderings, his journeys in eastern europe living out his car; the time he spent with a group of rastafarians in Jamaica; jumping onto a stage in a jazz club in Brooklyn and playing with the band; and most importantly the generosity encountered every step of the way. Then he will introduce you to every guest in the hostel, tell you you’re hungry, then force feed you his jacket potato. Just go with it.

Thank you for the stories Dylan.

What did I listen to? Blood Orange – It Is What It Is
What did I eat? Aside from Dylan’s unwanted chocolate mousse, I had one of the best Nutella crepes of my life. Had to be done.