....And frankly, that is the only excuse I have for not blogging more. You see, many of the letters are switched around, and I couldn´t seem to ever get the hang of writing words containing the letter m without inserting commas where they didn't belong. Because I care about you, the reader, I did not want to blog with anything less than perfect spelling and punctuation. Also, I may or may not have been lazy.
So hey guys, we went to France! Nice was ridiculously amazing. Our hostel there served one euro drinks and made to order pizzas and was set up with this amazing common room where everyone could hang out and meet eachother. Unfortunatly, it seemed as if all of california/long island had decided to up and backpack Europe simultaneously, and they ALL booked this hostel. Needless to say, we did manage to meet some cool people there, such as traveling companions Claire and Bethany. Claire was a loud, talkative and friengly amazon woman such as myself (who is also going to Uconn in a year, WEIRD), though decidedly much more ridiculous and hilarious. One night, as she and Bethany walked several kilometers home to the hostel by themselves at 4AM, they decided it would be a good idea to pretend they had tourettes in order to scare off any boys making unwanted advances. Randomly spasming and shouting obscenities the whole way home while otherwise keeping a straight face apparently kept them safe from harm, and I commended them for their ingenuity, while Joe literally spit his drink over the entire kitchen at their demonstration.
We only had 2 days in Nice, and we made the most of them by rocking the beach. The beach, instead of sand, was made up of fairly large sized rocks. When entering or exiting, you cannot in any way strive to achieve a baywatch level of sexiness, but rather look more like a crippled old woman on her last legs. Regardless, once you get into the water, you're amazed at how ridiculously clear and warm it is. Joe and I spent hours flipping around, pretending to be the little mermaid/man and the like. We also attempted to swim out to a sea cave, and almost drowned. If we were truly merpeople, this wouldn´t have happened...but alas.
Some memorable quotes
Joe: Look at me, I´m a sea tortoise!
Joe: I will gather you seaweed for a crown and you will be my sea queen
After many days of traveling, it was exactly what we needed. French people turned out to be amazingly nice to us on this leg of the journey, one woman helping us find our bus stop to the appropriate beach, another shop owner making us salads from scratch when we told her that we were vegetarian. She was amused by our word for pepper, repeating it often in her cutie french accent, and gave us lollipops for dessert-JOY! We had a royal feast on the beach with salads, fruit, baguettes (turns out france is NOT out of them) and cheese, and I actually got a decent tan for the first time in my life. We were truly in love with france.
Paris was beautiful; the little street markets were fun to look at, there were great things to do and to see, and our love affair with crepes was tumultuous and frequently satisfied. We saw the louve of course, and the Museo d´orsay (my favorite oh van gogh and monet why do I love you SO). The Notre Dame cathedral was amazingly epic, with someone playing really horrifying organ music when we came in that sounded exactly like what I would imagine God´s wrath and fury sounds like...which I guess is the point? Lulu and I made the rounds, making sure to light a candle for every saint we saw, especially the ones like Saint Dennis, who looked lonely with only a few lit in his name. Everyone loooves Jesus, with thousands of burning flames surrounding his particular shrine, but we preferred to stick with the underdog.
The eiffel tower was, of course, great. We went there with a bottle of wine on our first day, watching it sparkle at the top of the hour. The venders with bottles of wine of their own refused to stop harrassing us to buy some even though we were clearly all set, so Lulu took to trying to sell them our half filled bottle for 1 euro right back. They were not amused, had a little ´¨vendor conference¨´ about us and our cheekiness I am sure, and didn´t bother us anymore. I have considered filling my pockets with stupid shit to then try and sell to the vendors, as this table turning seems to spook them in a way ´get the hell away from me!´ never could.
We went out twice in Paris: the first to an irish pub down the road, you know, past the sexodrome and the moulin rouge. The part of town we were in left much to be desired, as did our hostel, with plaster coming down from the walls, electrical wiring from the ceiling, and one extremely ornery front desk man. Our room was also on the top floor, 128 stairs up, so we are really going to have well defined calf muscles by the time we return, this is for sure. At the irish pub, these american guys sent over a free drink to Lulu in order to get an in, then came over to our table to brag about their jobs as sound engineers for Julio Iglesias, that´s right, Enriques very famous dad. They tried to impress us with their ability to sneak us into the show...but really we just rocked the free drinks that they kept buying us and hightailed it out of there.
The 2nd time we went out, it was to sexy bar....bras hanging from the ceiling, very buff waiter men wearing booty shorts and very inappropriate tshirts, and on occasion stripping for the audience out of firefighter outfits. It was definitely an experience to be had. We traveled back to our hotel to try and go out again in that area. When Joe left us to go to bed because he was feeling ill, we took a wrong turn and walked straight into the red light district. Men yelling from cars, others pulling over to try and proposition us were scary enough, but when Lulu got her ass full on grabbed by a man in a wheelchair, we knew it was time to get out of there. We stopped off in a grocery store along the way while i paced outside, needing to pee but not going on without the others. The shopkeeper was frightened, thinking I was trying to steal fruit or something, and Lulu expertly said in french ´oh don´t worry, she is peeing!´(as opposed to, she NEEDS to pee). The grocery man had a good laugh and told me just to do it in the street, for it was free. Thanks lu.
We were really excited to get out of Paris (because it had been rainy and cold much of our time there) and get to the beach in barcelona. Unfortunately, the french STRUCK AGAIN, and their train strike caused our overnight train to be cancelled. This resulted in approximately 24 hours of travelling and 5 trains in order to reach our destination....NICE. We were not pleased, and quite exhausted/exasperated with the french when we finally left their stupid, stupid country. On the up side, we met and hung out with two Aussie travelers, Dan and Karen, throughout this trial...and have since decided to make them our traveling companions. I will write more about this later because we need to gooo to the beachhh yayyy
Sorry this is so long, but I´ll try to update more with shorter entries soon, Barcelona is great so far and WE HATE THE FRENCH!
Love,
Kris, Joe, Lu, IS!
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