the first day we got here we went there, and it was amazing. then we walked to the hotel des invalides, which is napoleon's tomb, and we weren't even supposed to go there, another reason why i love europe, you just walk around, and your like " oh yeah, this built in long time ago century and this is the most important monument in the world" all the time. then we went to the champs d'elysees and saw the arc de triomphe. then kristen left to go write a paper, and i went to. THE. STEAKFRITES PLACE I'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT FOR 6 YEARS. when i came to paris in high school we went to this place that served steakfrites (steaks and fries) with this magical green sauce. Mrahskis and i have been craving steakfrites since that day.when i got here i thought id give a google search a try, and what do you know, there are like a billion "entrecote" aka steak frites places. its a chain! but thats ok cause it s delicious chain! anyway, so i went to "entrecote" and ate the whole dang thing, then i felt sick afterwards but i walked towards the eiffel tower (time number 2) and got a crepe and sat from the palais du something..palais this, hotel that...its hard to keep em straight, but it gave a great view of paris and the eiffel tower. so i had a crepe in my right hand, and i just sat and watched it for 1.5 hours (im not joking imreally that werid) then it sparkled. WHICH IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. then i rolled back to the apartment and then i was really sick. but that's ok. cause steakfrites and a shit ton of crepes was so worth it.
the last thing we did in paris was go to the top of the eiffel tower, which was amazing, but the most important thing about paris are
eiffel tower guys. these are men that stand everywhere within a 2 mile circumference of paris and beg you to buy little mini keychain eiffel towers.67 for one euro people. its a deal. anyway, so for some reason, either my akwardly masculine walk, or my "innocent look" witte calls it. these men target me instantly. and beg me to buy their eiffel towers. for 2.5 days i was strong, i said no, also key to this, once you look them in the eye your dead, so look away, anyway, the last night we were on the eiffel tower, we came down from the eiffel tower and were hit with the most eiffel tower guys i've ever seen, right as you leave the gate so you can't escape. somehow we managed, thennnn were walkin along back to the metro, and we decide, "you know waht 6 for 1 euro, thats a goddam steal, theyre practically giving them away" so we bought 6. feeling satisfied after our colorful metally purchase, we continued to walk, only to be presented with the DEAL OF THE CENTURY. 7 for 1 euro. boom done. now we had 13 eiffel towers. what the hell do you do with 13 eiffel towers? we still don't know because they are currently in our backpack in nice. so if you want one, let me know.
after paris, we were off to marseilles to meet ryan. we took the tgv, and i made the mistake of not making train reservations til the day of, so we got to the station at 9:30, and the next available train didn't leave til 1:30. we had a lot of time, and nothing to do. so we went to this frenchy coffee shop in the train station and everything was super expensive because they know your trapped in there so they can make you spend as much as they want. anyway, so i ordered a coffee because i love coffee. it was 3 euros. i was really excited for my coffee. then it came, and it was the size of a peanut, not actually, but it was one of those espresso things, maybe its because im from amurica where everything is bigger but its hard to drink one sip of coffee in a four hour duration.
then we went on the TAY JAY VAY as the french people call it and that was rockin because it went super fast i felt like i was in a rocket ship and there were bathrooms and everything. it was magical.
we got to marseilles and it was absolutely beautiful, we walked around the town and took millions of pictures. then we bought 16 euros worth of awful guacamole, never buy european guacamole or salsa ever. ever. ever. ever. not in london, or germany, or france. so after we had our shitty dinner, we met some americans. they were super duper cool and we hung out with them
then we went on this trail in marseilles where we had to take an hour long bus ride and then hike for an hour, but then we got to this cove-ish thing that you can now see, and your probably like ,, "wow that looks super tropical" it was super tropical. also i jumped off a rock into the water, which is big for me, cause i usually dont like heights or anything involing fun and/or adrenaline. it was amazing. it's the new me, so i'm probably going to go skydiving, get a couple tats and do other adventurous things.
then later we all went out to dinner, and i ate boulyabase, which is spelled wrong, but i dunno how to spell it, anyway, my uncles always are all "boulyabase this, boulyabase that" so i thought id try it cause its marseilles famous thing, so alot of us tried it. and it turned out to be fish heads and soup. whcih was weird, and kind of gross, and kinda delicious, and i ate it anyway, it was a magical evening but i am too tired/not creative enough, to describe it.
now we are in nice, which is nice. but actually nicer than nice. it is great, we went on another hour long bus ride to this place called cope d'ail, which means garlic island or something, i dunno, there wasn't any garlic there, but there was a completely awesome facebook default picture perfect place. and some nude people and guys in speedos, welcome to france(and i say that in a throaty, escargot, kind of voice...shout out to #stephanie cutler) ( i dont understand # signs) also i laugh like a french person "hoh hoh hoh, france, escargots" all the time in my french accent, because i think its funny, but then kristen gets mad, and says i can't do that in their own country, but i say, when in france. anyway, i am having the best times of life in the history of time for me. i cant write anymore cause i gotta go to bed!
also
No comments:
Post a Comment