I’m here in Paris, writing a little blog, a couple of drinks in my belly, and not understanding the news that is playing on our television set. “Yeah, something bad is going on in the world. People are angry,” said Rachel. That’s a weird thing about being outside of the U.S. It’s hard to tell what is going on, especially if wifi is being ridiculous most of the time.
Let me go back a few days. I’m in Paris now, have been since Wednesday, with a small layover in Iceland. And by the way, flying into Iceland was kind of amazing. Not only because I could technically add it to my tiny list of countries I have visited, but because I felt like I was flying into a scene from the Lion King. The sunrise was an amazing combination of yellows, oranges, purples, and blues. All I needed was Rafiki, singing a little jam.
After we actually landed in Paris, we got in a cab, and made our way to our hotel, almost killing a few pedestrians along the way. Aside from the 9 a.m. construction going on in the room next to us, which caused me to wake up and freak out, thinking someone was trying to break into our room and torture us Hostel-style, the hotel has been alright. Did I mention we are right next to a Chinese restaurant?
Everything about Paris is super cool. From the way everyone dresses, and the awkward outside seating arrangements at almost every single cafe, to the police sirens. I swear I’ve felt like I was in the middle of a Bourne movie almost everyday. Even the giant, glowing “Pu$$y’s” sign was a nice welcoming gesture. Okay, maybe not nice. To be honest, it might have been more welcoming due to the fact that I was running on about an hour of sleep. We instantly made our way to Café des Deux Moulins, aka the cafe enormously featured in one of my favorite films of all time, Amelie, where I had a glass of rose wine, which I can safely assume was the first glasses of wine of many. Did I mention there was a cute bartender at this cafe?
Also, not even kidding you, you get a baguette with every single meal. Cheese, chocolate, lattes, wine, and baguette all the time? And if you order something like onion soup, and are surprised to see no baguette with it… Oh don’t worry, the baguette is INSIDE your soup. Did I mention I love bread?
Here are a few photos of random things I’ve seen. Most of them are pretty self-explanatory. I’d upload more, but like I mentioned, ridiculous wifi. Tomorrow, we’re headed to Barcelona so I can celebrate turning 29 Barcelonian style! is that even a word?
