Screw Baylor, I'm moving to Paris
This weekend we took a speedy tour of
I was there at 8pm. And I waited. And I waited. Then I waited some more. I finally left because a creepy French guy who worked the near by souvenir stand was hitting on me, and I didn’t want to be there anymore.
I wandered around the tower for what seemed like forever, looking for people, and finally finding Connie and Holly. After some extensive waiting on our part, some more of the group arrived, and we declared the rest of the group hopeless. We wanted to actually go up the tower, but it looked like the third floor was closed and we figured it was pointless to only go to the second. So we took pictures from the lawn and watched the light show, and then went to see the Arc de Triumph.
I tried to go out to the Buddha bar, but that didn’t work out so well, so I studied for about ten minutes before going to bed (lame, right?).
Saturday, I woke early to meet everybody at the Louvre at 8:45. And everybody ended up being George. Undaunted, we saw everything of importance there, and then had a really nice walk to the Eiffel tower. There we waited in line FOREVER to get to the top, where we took some pictures and then waited in line to get back down. Yay. Next we went to see the Catacombs!! They were so cool. Sadly though, I got wayyy too much dead people particles on my pants and shoes. We went to the Bastille, which really isn’t there anymore, but we went anyway. By this time it was about 4 pm, so we split our separate ways – George to the train station, and me to my hostel.
When I got back, several people were going to change their tickets to leave that night instead of Sunday morning as planned. I decided to go with them, since I had no means of hooking up with anyone else for the rest of the day, and I would have just been in the hostel. So we rushed to the train station and changed our tickets just in time to get on the train home.
Overall it was a great trip, and I had a wonderful time. Today we take two of our midterms, and so I've been going insane trying to study for them.
Oh, and about my title. I was hit on by more guys in Paris in the day and a half that I was there than my entire life combined. Some were creepy (souvenir stand guy) and others were cute and nice (one guy held the metro for me) and couldn't speak very much English. But I was still very flattered.
And now I should study some more...