Au Revoir, Dear Paris. Hello, Firework Competition!

If there’s one thing that I hate forgetting about, it’s this: postcards.

For every city that I visit, I buy a postcard and send it back home. I address it “Dear Future Meagan” and list off the things I want to remember the most about each city. My problem is that I always forget to buy the postcards until the last minute.

This morning in Paris, I had a 10:15am train ride out to Bruges. I needed to pack up my things, check out of my hostel, find a postcard, write down my list, find a post office, buy a stamp, send it off, and mostly importantly, not miss my train.

The pressure was on.

Fortunately for me, there was a post office nearby that opened at 9am. Though I was cutting it close, I was able to make it to my train with a few minutes to spare.

But let’s discuss this swagged out train. Plush seating, lots of room. One of the best trains on the trip, thus far.


Funny story – see that guy in the background? I was super curious to know if he worked at the Paris office of the same company I did. Him and the coworker next to him had the same work laptops that we did, and their Outlook format looked exactly the same (yes, I was a creeper. I was bored on the train, ok??). At one point he looked back at me and gave a welcoming smile. So I went for it: “Bonjour, parlez-vous anglais?” With a dapper smile, he said that he did. So I got straight to the point. I asked, “What company do you work for?” He said a company that I had never heard before nor did I commit to memory. The point, however, was that it wasn’t the same one. When I explained my curiosity, he asked what company I worked for. When I told him, he said, “Ah, the impressive one.” Dang straight.

I arrived into Bruges early afternoon and immediately went out to explore the area. It’s so adorably charming, just like everyone said it was.


Later that night, I was talking with a few people in the hostel common room. Turns out there was a firework competition in Ostend, which is a Belgian coastal town 15 minutes away. You better believe we weren’t turning that down. So the four of us spent the evening around a table, waiting for evening to fall and fireworks to start, and sharing our most embarrassing moments. It’s amazing how quickly you make friends while traveling. It’s remarkable.


Hi, I’m so glad you’re on my site! My name is Meagan, and I write about my traveling adventures and finding beauty in each day. For more info about me, click here!

Meagan Tilley

I believe that every day is a day that matters – even just enjoying the little things. Whether that’s traveling to the top cities across the world or binge watching Gilmore Girls. To read more, click the About Me page!

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