Earlier in the week I said it’s amazing what a good night’s sleep will do. That statement is still true. Annie and I had good intentions to get up and get out of our hotel, but we slept until like 10:30 a.m. instead. After checking out of the hotel, we thought we would get brunch. Paris is not open at noon on a Sunday. All the shops were closed and there was not even a peep from the taxis on the street. We hopped on the Metro and headed to the original love lock bridge before we headed to the Gare Du Nord train station to go back to London.
I was ready to leave Paris Saturday night. I think that was from exhaustion, so when we got up this morning I was excited to get on the train and go “home.” The Parisians are so different from even the English. The language barrier was hard and the Metro was harder. We only rode the Metro successfully once…and all together we rode it twice. Although, we never got pick pocketed or attacked, so I consider that very successful. Paris was fun and beautiful and Friday night was a dream, but London beats Paris any day of the week.
Annie and I tried to ride the Metro to the train station and we were at the right station, but the stop we needed didn’t exist. So we got out of the Metro in the middle of nowhere, so we stopped at a bagel shop and collected ourselves and ate bagels. We caved and got another cab and went to the train station.
When we got back to London we ate at Nando’s, which was SO good oh my gosh, with Ralph and Dorion (our advisors). It was so nice to be back and eat some normal food and drink Sprite that didn’t cost $9. We walked back into our flat and spent all night laughing and catching up with our friends. Jess and Amanda tried to order “take away” Nando’s on the Internet and we couldn’t figure out the correct way to type in our phone number, so after 10 minutes of that Jess called. First question they ask? Our phone number. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while. A lot of the class came and hung out in our flat tonight, and as you do, debrief everyone’s weekend shenanigans.
Spending a night laughing with our friends in our flat