Okay, this one has been a long time coming. Even though it was only a little more than a month ago that I was there, it feels like forever ago. I had always heard mixed reviews about Paris. People either said they loved it or that it was overrated. I loved it. I would never want to live there, but a weekend visit was absolute perfection.
Four things I will always remember about Paris:
There's a beautiful historical building on every corner.
I could eat a crepe every day of my life.
Never before have I felt like such a minority.
It has rightfully earned the reputation of being the most romantic city in Europe.
Paris, like most European cities, puts American history to shame. The Louvre, Versailles, Notre Dame - they all make you question how it is possible that human hands could build these absolutely amazing works of art. I do admit that I had a couple of Davinci Code moments where I could picture myself sneaking around the city searching for ancient secrets. Austin, if we make it on The Amazing Race, my dreams might just come true.
Holy heck. I hate Spanish food. On a bright note, though, had I been studying in France, I probably would have gained 20 pounds. And after freshman year, that NEVER needs to happen again. It did prove quite the challenge trying to order this delicious food, though. My french could use some work.
Maybe call me naive, but in my mind, I pictured French people walking around in fur coats walking Dalmations. They are all supposed to be really well-dressed, ridiculously good-looking, a little bit snobby, and be smoking those really long cigarettes and drinking coffee in outdoor cafes, right? Um...no. Well, at least not completely. I hadn't realized how diverse Paris was - a European megacenter of Africa, Asia, the Middle East. My friend Desiree that I was traveling with is Persian. 9 out of 10 times I sat down on a Metro, I was the only freckled white girl on it. It was, well, really enlightening. If any experience has humbled me and made me realize just how big the world is, it might be those moments sitting on the metro.
I'm not sure what they put in their water, but there are people in love EVERYWHERE. And it's not obnoxious like in Barcelona where you see 14 year olds making out on the street corners. In Paris, couples are holding hands, staring at eachother and acting like nothing else in the world exists. I found myself creepily taking pictures of couples because they were just so in love. I think that something about the Seine and the Eiffel Tower sparkling at night makes people go crazy.
Besos y Abrazos <3
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