That French Guy - Mel Afoa

I remember when I was on summer camp,
the camp mum sent me to straighten my attitude.
It was summer '09, the summer I had to spend,
stuck overseas in a country that ate frog legs.
I remember brawling my eyes the night before take-off,
begging my mum to let me stay, to cancel my trip.
She only cried and said it would help me with my problems.
Family love right there.
The plane took off from Sydney to France, a 16- hour flight.
I wasnt a friendly person so loneliness was beside me on the plane ride.
As we arrived, I thought I was going to die there, from the cold weather,
People walking around with bunches of skarves and jumpers around them,
gloves and mitten worn to shelter hands from the cold, frosty beeze.
I remember crying as soon as we landed, and the Camp manager comforting me,
but wasn't that useful coz I wanted mum's arms around me, telling me it's okay.
I knew I shouldnt have called her names, and scared her boyfriend away. Oh well.
I walked around in the hotel room, hours later, trying to look for another exit besides the door.
The weather was appalling, and so was the food. Even the camp members agreed.
There was one day that I decided to have my own adventure and explore France.
I hated how we had to go where the Camp told us to, and I wasnt really the following type.
I remember walking out of the lobby, and into the sunshine. Freedom became my friend.
From the hotel room, the Eiffel Tower is the main view, so I decided to climb it.
Unfortunately I couldnt read the signs put up by the French Goverment. NO CLIMBING ( English)
I was given a warning by a policemen, who I think hated Aussie tourists. Racist, I honestly swear.
After getting kicked of the Tower, I decided to rest in a park nearby. And that is where I saw him.
That French Guy. The guy who looked like he was from a magazine cover. Blue eyes, Blonde hair.
Masculine jaw line. Spiky hair. White singlet badly covering his abs. Hot stance, muscular like.
He looked my age. Why not?
I decided to show off and 'fake' fall so he could catch me. Result was getting mud-faced and him laughing.
He came up to me, and asked if I was okay. At least he came. I smiled and nodded. He told me his name.
Soon it was dates at night time, running around the Eiffel Tower with roses in our hands, and an engagement ring soon after. That French Guy is the reason France is my new country.