Barcelona to Athens!

Bonjour my friends,


I will start off with a fun story about my stay in Paris. The very last night we were staying in our apartment by Invalides. At 2 am we were having little rocks thrown at our window, causing me to have a panic attack. I thought we were going to be attacked by this random rock throwing assailant. I continued to stay awake the whole night watching the shadows on the wall for movement. (waste of time there was nothing!) I finally assumed it was a drunk being annoying and throwing the rocks at our window for fun. 4:30 we had to get up for our flight to Barcelona. It was raining so hard outside, and we had to walk to a very far away metro stop. It took us 30 minutes to get there, in the pouring rain, with all of our suitcases and backpacks, at 5 am... Finally we make it to the metro station, and we can't figure out what ticket to get. I thought that this button on the wall was a intercom to talk to a information center. NOPE, the button turned on alarms because it was the distress button in the metro station that have the Police come! Through the loud sirens we found our pass we had to get and hauled down to our metro... Luckily the metro was very empty so not a soul saw me. (I felt bad leaving but we were on a time schedule to catch our plane) As we waited 20 minutes for our metro we realize that time is running short. This is when my anxiety started to set in. We got on the metro, caught our bus, went to our gate all in 30 minutes time. I finally was able to relax (sleep) once my tush hit the seat of the airplane and I don't remember anything but the take-off and landing. Barcelona here I come:)

London/Paris!

Hello everyone,


Sorry it has been for ever since I have updated my blog but here I go. I'll try to cram my experiences in one paragraph.


London- amazing, our trip went very smoothly. This song pretty much sums up our stay:)

OneRepublic - Good Life 

Woke up in London yesterday 
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly 
Don't really know how I got here 
I got some pictures on my phone 

New names and numbers that I don't know 
Address to places like Abbey Road 
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want 
We're young enough to say 


Haha the only thing is, I woke up SICK!(pulled a freshman mistake) Sadly I got to know the loo more than I intended... One memorable incident I witnessed in London happened on the train towards Piccadilly. The train was full of people shuttling towards the city from Gatwick Airport, and this man was trying to squeeze through. His little dog (a yorkie I believe) and himself couldn't get anywhere. He started screaming, " you bloody idiots! move your bags, bloody idiots!" lucky for me I was squished against the door of the train. Honestly this experience makes me laugh every time I think about it. That same day I stumbled upon Big Ben, (St. Stevens Tower) Westminster Abbey, House of Parliament, and last but not least Kings Cross Platform 9 3/4. Other Harry Potter fans be jealous! Ended the night with a great piece of pizza. 








I loved London, it was easy to navigate because everything was written in English. We went on a bus tour which took us to all the big sites, and included a lively tour guide. We spent the nights at clubs or bars, and knowing that leaving London was a bitter sweet ending to my first daft*
 trip in Europe :) 
* daft- british word for crazy


Paris,


Now I am about to answer the question everyone has about France, Do the French call their french fries, American fries? 
The answer- Nope, they call french fries, frites. I found this fun fact out when I went to the McDonald here in Paris to get a cheap burger and frites. 

I love Paris, the Louvre is unlike any other museum. More will come soon, miss you all back in the states!

Preparing to Depart

Today is August 7th


I made this blog for the study abroad program for this Fall I will be studying in Greece and Italy. Currently my thoughts are; anxiety- WHAT CLOTHES DO I BRING, excitement- should I try out my British accent? and lastly, fear- is it true that no matter how hard I try, I'll still look like an American tourist and be pick pocketed... ugh. My mother has graciously provided me with endless reading supplies on "Safety While Traveling in Europe" my father on the other hand is trying to convince me to lose my blonde hair and go dark dark brown. He believes this will help me blend in (I'm actually considering it) My boyfriend Joel wants me to never be alone, and never accept a drink from a man at the bar (ha a cheap college student turning down a free drink) and finally my favorite person (no sarcasm! I love my g-mom) my grandmother gave me a fake wedding ring to wear on my left ring finger to warn off any advancers. All these thoughts and advice are going through my head as I prepare for the "Caits l'avventura in Europa"