A Hostel In Paris

Paris. The city of love. For me it was the city of Art! Every corner, every nook held artistic sense. Every thing wanted to be captured. It was like a dream to me, until my father presented me with a ticket to fly to Paris over the summer. It was like a dream come true but little did I know. Every dream has it's cost, in my case it was to share the summer with three boys. Three boys with whom I had to share a hostel room. I knew I could survive but little did I know I'd be able to live. Not just survive but live. These three boys taught me how to live life and love living it. And how to love someone...