FINANCIAL DETOX IS DIFFICULT

(and especially in Paris)

Hello from lovely Paris. Yes, team Amayzine is sitting with their butts in the capital of love. But you get a little bit of problems when you do a financial detox. Let me explain the situation from yesterday afternoon...

We toured in the Renault Clio to Paris and around five o'clock we arrived in Le Marais. By the way, I have hopelessly fallen in love with this neighborhood in the few hours I am spending here now. But we got out of the Clio and what do you want around five o'clock in Paris? Yes, a small glass of wine. Well, we didn't get that. They were huge buckets filled with the most delicious dry white wine. That was the problem, of course. But one of the rules in my financial detox is that I spend less on drinks and food outside, so I totally messed up.

“I'm afraid to go outside”

But it's actually logical, because from the money type test of How 2 Spend It it turns out that I am a caretaker. And no, you don't worry about your finances, but you spend money with heart and soul. That bucket of wine on that terrace in Paris, that was with heart and soul, dear everyone, but really with heart and soul. Then you sleep a bit and drink a coffee with a croissant and life-sized strawberries in your merciless awesome Airbnb in the morning, but now we have the next problem: I'm afraid to go outside. As you may have noticed, spring is doing its best; so is it here. But with the change in weather, I need a change of wardrobe. And especially a wardrobe à la that Parisienne style. Because my dear ones, how do they do it here? I want to walk around forever looking French from now on. That's not possible yet, because I can only swipe my plastic card through a machine again in five weeks and five days. But in five weeks, I certainly won't be back in Paris, and where can you find those styles better than here? That's what I mean. Dilemmas, dilemmas.

Okay, the update. I just took some cautious steps outside. The gods were favorable to me, because the boutiques were still closed. I promise that I will improve my life (and liver) with those buckets of wine, but forgive me my missteps during these days. Paris has just got me good, and then you go on pause as a financial detox.