*Transcribed from my written journal
Thursday, June 28th
11:58pm (Lyon Time)
So I kicked my suitcase down some stairs at the metro on Wednesday. I promised y’all I’d fill you in, didn’t I?! 
we were leaving that godforsaken hostel with our luggage and had just descended the stairs into the metro station next to the Louvre.
I was so excited that the turnstiles were broken so we got to go in for free! 
so excited in fact that I very energetically kicked my (4-direction wheeled) luggage through the open turnstile while carrying my duffel bag and backpack. My suitcase started its course and I realized it was barreling down a steeper incline than I imagined.
I quietly said “oh dear” and then started yelling “Emiliza Emiliza Emiliza!!!” No direction, nothing about my luggage, I just decided to yell her name 3 times. Haha. I should have just screamed “Bloody Mary” 3 times to see if she would magically appear and assist me with my luggage Emiliza turned just in time to see my suitcase fall down the stairs and bounce off various steps to land at the bottom. Hahaha.
It was a funny sight to see because Emiliza was just like “WTF is wrong with you” while laughing and I was cracking up so hard I was holding my sides. Good thing I packed away my cute little Paris teapot along with various fragile gifts in my backpack. I checked later and luckily my beautiful bright blue ink from my calligraphy set and my personal mirror (both of which I obtained in Paris) were fine this made me very happy!
Another funny subway story… Sooo I somehow fell UP the stairs the other day. Hahaha. Clare, Emiliza, and I were just about to start our day and I don’t remember where we were headed to. But I was so busy jokingly telling Clare to hold on because it was super windy that day and I was afraid she’d blow away. And somehow, I tripped and my hands slammed into the steps in front of me and my shins perpendicularly hit the sharp point of the steps.
I immediately started laughing because Clare and Emiliza were both so confused since one second I was there and the next I was face down on the subway stairs laughing but clearly in pain. Hahaha. The bruises took a few days to form but the soreness and pain was immediate. Now I have some sexy bruises to show off whenever I wear anything that shows off my legs. If people ask, maybe I’ll just chalk it up to a kickboxing accident or something
