Wow, it has been a full 6 days since my last post. This is mainly for three reasons. Firstly, the longer the radio silence is directly proportional to the amount of fun I am having. Secondly, the internet is simply too expensive in France and Switzerland. And thirdly, the post I paid for and typed slowly on a french style keyboard, here in Brussels, was lost when I went to go post it. So, here goes.
When I last left off, I was in Interlaken, Switzerland for my first day. The day after my boat ride on the Alpine lake, I took a long hike with this group of American students that I ran into by accident. We hiked for three hours until we reached the base of the mountain. Our group of two dozen, dwindled to about five when it came to ascend the mountain. The five of us huffed up the first 5000 ft. of the mountain, and then took a cable car to the top of the 12,000 ft. peak. The view was undescrible. If you believe in perfect moments, the couple of seconds that I was on that mountain, was perfect. Also, to my surprise it was very warm 12,000 ft. in the air. I felt like my friends and I were in an advertisement for jeans, because no matter how high up they are, they never look cold. And either were we.
From Interlaken, I rode the train for the better part of the day to Paris. I arrived in Paris, and was faced with the difficult task of finding my hostel, and mastering the subway, all at the same time. I was entirely too hungry and tired for this chore, so I chose instead to take a taxi. Upon arrival at the hostel, I booked in for two nights (I would end up staying three), and then preceeded to knock over a bottle onto the cobblestone courtyard floor. Luckily, there was only a dozen people to witness my clumsy arrival.
I then put my bags down, and joined a group of people recounting the days events. Within this group, were four other people who were about to rush off to dinner. Being hungry myself, I took it upon myself to invite myself. This would end up being the best decision I made in Paris.
My dinner companions quickly became my best friends, seeing as how we would spend every waking moment of the next few days together. There was Laurence from New York. Leigh from Canada. Jo (female) and Kate from Oz.
Together we saw the sites and conquered the Paris metro. In all we, had lunch with Jim Morrison (buried in Paris), had a photo oppurtunity with Voltaire (same deal as Jim), picniced on the Eiffel tower lawn, ate entirely too much cheese, took in a bike tour, rode along the Siene, were put on nipple watch for Lady Liberty (she has none), and learned the fine art of panhandler refusal in front of Notre Dame.
Yesturday, we all went our seperate ways, with Kate and I coming to Brussels, Belgium. Kate left for London today on an airplane. I am really going to miss her. Which is alright though, because we are "new best friends" according to her, and I now have a place to crash in Syndey. Brussels is really cool, chilled out, and has the greatest vibe.
The posse and I had a really special time in Paris, and would be hard pressed to find another group of total strangers that clicked together so well. They really helped make Paris a special place. Like Bogart said, we will always have Paris. I probably butchered that quote.
SIDEBAR 1: Kate and I saw this exposition yesturday. It is beyond description, to see what I saw, check out http://www.koerperwelten.com
SIDEBAR 2: Hey Anna and her co-workers! I haven't heard from you in a while it would be great to get an email.
I will try and be more frequent with my updates. Cheers everyone.
When I last left off, I was in Interlaken, Switzerland for my first day. The day after my boat ride on the Alpine lake, I took a long hike with this group of American students that I ran into by accident. We hiked for three hours until we reached the base of the mountain. Our group of two dozen, dwindled to about five when it came to ascend the mountain. The five of us huffed up the first 5000 ft. of the mountain, and then took a cable car to the top of the 12,000 ft. peak. The view was undescrible. If you believe in perfect moments, the couple of seconds that I was on that mountain, was perfect. Also, to my surprise it was very warm 12,000 ft. in the air. I felt like my friends and I were in an advertisement for jeans, because no matter how high up they are, they never look cold. And either were we.
From Interlaken, I rode the train for the better part of the day to Paris. I arrived in Paris, and was faced with the difficult task of finding my hostel, and mastering the subway, all at the same time. I was entirely too hungry and tired for this chore, so I chose instead to take a taxi. Upon arrival at the hostel, I booked in for two nights (I would end up staying three), and then preceeded to knock over a bottle onto the cobblestone courtyard floor. Luckily, there was only a dozen people to witness my clumsy arrival.
I then put my bags down, and joined a group of people recounting the days events. Within this group, were four other people who were about to rush off to dinner. Being hungry myself, I took it upon myself to invite myself. This would end up being the best decision I made in Paris.
My dinner companions quickly became my best friends, seeing as how we would spend every waking moment of the next few days together. There was Laurence from New York. Leigh from Canada. Jo (female) and Kate from Oz.
Together we saw the sites and conquered the Paris metro. In all we, had lunch with Jim Morrison (buried in Paris), had a photo oppurtunity with Voltaire (same deal as Jim), picniced on the Eiffel tower lawn, ate entirely too much cheese, took in a bike tour, rode along the Siene, were put on nipple watch for Lady Liberty (she has none), and learned the fine art of panhandler refusal in front of Notre Dame.
Yesturday, we all went our seperate ways, with Kate and I coming to Brussels, Belgium. Kate left for London today on an airplane. I am really going to miss her. Which is alright though, because we are "new best friends" according to her, and I now have a place to crash in Syndey. Brussels is really cool, chilled out, and has the greatest vibe.
The posse and I had a really special time in Paris, and would be hard pressed to find another group of total strangers that clicked together so well. They really helped make Paris a special place. Like Bogart said, we will always have Paris. I probably butchered that quote.
SIDEBAR 1: Kate and I saw this exposition yesturday. It is beyond description, to see what I saw, check out http://www.koerperwelten.com
SIDEBAR 2: Hey Anna and her co-workers! I haven't heard from you in a while it would be great to get an email.
I will try and be more frequent with my updates. Cheers everyone.
