Anyway, if there is one thing I sort of fail at, it is keeping people updated with my life through any written form. I would be a dreadful author. A lot has happened since I last posted and it hasn't even been a proper month. I visited the breathtakingly beautiful Cliffs of Mohr, travelled a bit through the Irish countryside and, OH YEAH, went to Paris for the weekend.
I think I'll talk about Paris today....
Paris is one of those cities that takes a while to resonate with a person, which is probably one of the reasons it took me so long to write a post about (excuses, excuses). When you've spent your entire life seeing pictures and replicas and school projects on the Eiffel Tower, you never actually expect to see it in real life; you've become so desensitized to it's image that when you're standing directly underneath it, the effect doesn't even hit you right away.
The other sights in Paris had a similar feel. Seeing the Louvre, the Mona Lisa, the Arc de Triumphe, and Notre Dame just will never seem real to me. They were beautiful and awesome and completely unreal. I think I'll have to be rolling around in a wheel chair with knitting needles before I can really appreciate it fully.
If anything was even more unreal than the monuments, though, it was the FOOD. The French, if you haven't heard. Croissants, baguettes, ham and cheese, crepes, JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL. It was amazing. I think I gained an estimate of 7 pounds during my weekend there and I regret none of it.
The language barrier, however, was admittedly a bit intimidating. It was hard not knowing what people were asking and even more frustrating when they would smile to themselves and then address you again, in English, because they knew you just didn't understand. I hate feeling stupid and it's hard to feel anything but when you're in a group of people and can't understand a word they're saying. It was, on the other hand, pretty exciting to answer people when I did know. (Most of my answers consisted solely of "oui!" and "merci!"....not exactly linguistic brilliance, but hey).
I also had my first experience with the famous Ryan Air that weekend as well but, correct me if I'm wrong, Ryan Air probably deserves a post entirely of it's own....
I'll post on the Cliffs of Mohr and all of the other exciting things I've been doing soon...I really want to try to keep this blog updated even though I'm usually an epic fail. My roommate, Kelsea, writes pages and pages in her journal almost every night and I always wish I was that dedicated. Anyway...more soon! Hopefully...
Until then, enjoy the cold weather back home in the states! We're at a nice, mile 50-55 degrees here. I am certainly loving it.
