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Bonjour! Je voudrais…

Yesterday our lovely group of people took the train from London, under the English Channel, and into Paris!

I’ve got to be honest here; I was not looking forward to Paris very much prior to the trip. My brother told me that I was going to wish we were spending days there, but I wasn’t convinced. Alas, I stand corrected! (You were right, Jon!)

Paris was an absolute stunner. Everything about it was just as lovely as pop culture makes it seem! Hilariously, the city feels like its eons younger than the places we’ve been in England, but we all know thats laughable compared to the US. The US is the real baby.

We only has the day in Paris, made shorter by snow (yes, snow!) on the tracks, preventing a speedy train trip. I know we’re totally used to snow being from Ohio, but when it snows here, the world stops. The Parisians did not know what to do (nor did the Londoners, for that matter) once just a few centimeters collected on their slick pavement. If you think Columbus has bad driving, then go to Paris. It’s a perspective-changer, to day the least!

We scooted our way from place to place, under the impeccable guiding of our Parisian tour guide. He was awesome. He zipped us straight to the Louvre (!!!!!!!!), giving us the swiftest and fullest tour he could with the little time we had. It was ridiculously amazing. I felt really challenged to reevaluate the terms and standards of beauty we have in our culture compared to the cultures of old, even just from that short visit.

Next, we headed for Eiffel Tower photo ops, where we beheld a white-washed snowy backdrop, paired with a Nutella crepe. Talk about dreamy and delightful. After touring the city by bus, our hilariously animated tour guide leading the way, we stopped in a restaurant for a Croque Madame (the best sandwich ever of my life – a Parisian classic), Parisian red wine, and upside down apple tart with Grand Marnier. Too much wonderful in kme sitting! From there we headed to the train station to return to London.

I love Paris. Despite my feet getting soaked in the slosh and puddles, and despite getting stuck on the train for five hours on the way home, putting us back to the hotel at 2:00 am, I loved Paris! It was only a slight little taste if the city, of course, soooo I suppose I’ll just have to go back. 🙂 Let’s just say Im going to have to come back and get the French language under my belt, in full (I was able to order my meal and almost have the most simple of conversations! But not good enough for me) . That’s a good enough reason, right?



England Thus Far



England thus far has been magical. Simply and utterly magical. I’m not at all surprised that I’m in love with this place already. What I’m surprised about is how much I love it. Seriously. I love it.

Stratford upon Avon was quaint and delightful, with odes to Shakespeare every place we went. Oxford was a hub of buzzing life and fun and young people. I hadn’t realized that we really hadn’t been around young people in Stratford upon Avon. The energy of Oxford rejuvenated and inspired me. I want to go back! And Bath. Ohhh, Bath. Lili and I meandered on our own up and down the steep inclines of the streets, reveling in the beautiful golden light that saturated the air, marveling at the sound of a surprisingly incredible guitarist performing on the street. I had the BEST latte of the trip yet at a little cafe with heavy wooden tables and comfy leather chairs. Anyone who knows me knows how much I appreciate a supremely poured latte. They just don’t compare!

What I haven’t even touched on are the personal “life moments” (as Lili and I are calling them) that have been occurring left and right on this trip…but I’ll save that for another post. It’s off to bed for me now.

Until then!

Afternoon Tea in Stratford upon Avon

Afternoon Tea in Stratford upon Avon

Foggy London Town

Foggy London town, you’re but a dream and a plane ride away!

I’m beyond ready to go England. I have such a romantic, idyllic, picturesque view in my mind of what the place is going to be like, and I can’t wait to paint it in with reality. I’m sure pop culture’s videography and Mumford’s melodious tunes have influenced my dreamy wanderings, but I’m sticking to what I’ve got until it’s replaced! Let’s be honest, I’m sure it will only become more romantic and more idyllic as I experience the place myself!

There’s so much to look forward to.The history and culture of the England is something we’ve begun learning about in class, so I’m beyond excited to put life to the slide shows and Prezis we’ve been presenting in the past week. I’m also looking forward to the museums; I’m a museum freak and am ready to eat up whatever educational delights they’ll have in store for us. Of course, I can’t wait to see all of the beautiful architectural feats that have stood the test of time, making the U.S. look like a baby in comparison. And the West End? OH, get me there NOW!

But I have to say, what I can hardly wait for is to simply walk the streets, breathe the air, meet new friends, and have a spot of tea as often as possible. Oh, and perfect my British accent. Let’s not forget that.

I’ll leave you with a bit of musical delight to relish in as we’re on our way. Off we go!