Hi sweetie!
I miss you so much. This conference is so mind-numbing, I can't even describe it in words. There's nothing I would want more than to lay in your arms tonight instead of in this squeaky bed with a very questionable blanket.
All radio channels play American music with French lyrics, and don't even get me started on the TV channels (63 networks and the only thing in English was a documentary over Romanian architecture – marvelous).
The electricity outlets are all wrong so I can't charge my cell phone. My family will probably freak out when they can't reach me, but I already miss our calls.
The city looks just like LA – a mix between old houses and new ones in glass. No ocean though, which makes me feel a bit trapped. On the radio now – an interpretation of Aerosmith's I don't wanna miss a thing in French, with the original song playing in the background. Did I mention I miss you incredibly?
Today was also insane. Our "guide" was constantly smiling, telling us to be better people (it's fairly important to cook from scratch for your kids instead of playing with them). But I don't need to tell you, hun.
Some of the other participants of the conference went out for a beer, but I declined. I prefer a nice quiet night with some chocolate, French radio and red berries energy bars (the food sucks). And to be honest, I'm not all that fond of the others.
The flight home lands quite exactly twenty-four hours from now, and then I'll be back with you. And I actually remembered to send that postcard to mom.
Miss you loads,
kisses
Kevin