Literally! My (crazy) boyfriend always like to come up with new things to do, which works pretty well for me. As most of you know, I don’t like to sit still for too long unless I’m caught up in creating mood boards, planning a dinner party or something in general that find ridiculously brilliant or reading and cutting in fabulous magazines… This past weekend I woke up with a curious face next to me saying: “Do want to go to Deauville and then fly helicopter back?”… “Hell yeah!” what else was I suppose to say..? Sure enough the moment after I agreed on going out there I regret it… The closer we got to Deauville, the more nervous I got. But like with everything, there’s a first time for all and my theory is as simple as “you-just-got-to-do-it” (without thinking about the consequences). And for the first five seconds I actually thought I was going to die but weirdly enough that changed as fast as it gotten there, once up in the air I felt like home. Flying in to Paris and landing with having the Eiffel tour in front of me, was probably the sickest things I’ve ever done! You just have to do it if you get the chance!! It was Legoland all over again.

xNW