Paris!

Paris was wonderful. Like, woah, that was a crazy awesome birthday weekend. And it's pretty cool that I'm finally 21. (Holla).

So like I said before, what happens in Paris, stays in Paris. But I’ll touch on a bit.

Friday: I arrive at noon and quickly realize that I don’t know a WORD of French and I’m about to spend 12 hours by myself in this giant city lugging around my suitcase. Oh I’m such a tourist. I first stop at the Luxemburg Gardens because it’s the only stop on the train I recognize. I read some Hemingway. Walk. I head over to Peir la Chaise Cemetary. When I get there a very nice woman tells me its “marvelous” then said more stuff, and I had to tell her I didn’t speak French. She was very nice, showed me where I should go. I go. I still have my rolly suitcase with me (sorry errbody). I finally find Sarah Bernhardt grave, but then French men tell me its closing time so I have to leave. I walk without any sense of where I am for about an hour. I guess you might call that being lost. On the way I see a tons of people crowded around, a man is run over by bus. Finally I find a metro and go back near Louvre.  I stop for a crepe, and speak Spanish with the waiter (I’m so good). I’m almost inside the Louvre, and I get stopped by a 30yr old looking man who calls me sexy and we proceed to talk in spanglish, he gives me his number and fb name. Thank you sir. I finally get in.  It’s beautiful. HUGE. OVERWHELMING. Among numerous beauties (I’m in love with their sculpture collection) I see the Mona Lisa. 2 hrs later I leave. Take Metro to Antony to meet Dianne at 1030. But she’s not coming. I wait for almost 2 hrs. I assume I can find a bar to chill in but the nightlife there is nonexistent. (I’m used to the Spanish lifestyle). While I wait I get asked if I want to be driven to Orly.  No. Well, then coffee? NO. Weird French people. Finally Dianne and Fabrizio arrive! We get to his place where Dianne and I share a bed and go to sleep.

Saturday: What we saw…Arc de triumph, Invalides, Eiffel tower, crepes! little hamburger looking delicates (mm) Notre dam - beauty, beautiful French men playing the accordion, guitar and violin, they play Ámelie - I’m in love; we have a moment but I ‘forgot’ to give them my #. We head over to his place, to Downtown Disney to watch the game, Spain vs France!  It’s crazy. Spain scores early. I share my joy with other Spaniards, its wonderful. Spain wins. Celebrate!! Meet more people, crazy people, a lot of Spanish and Italians. They sing happy birthday to me around midnight. We go to Billy Bobs, we dance like crazy.

Sunday: Happy birthday to me! Fabrizio, Fabio, Dianne and I get delicious pastry for breakfast, of course We take lots of trains and get to Moulin Rouge. Let me tell you, Escorted by Italians while having them sing in your ear – it’s the best. We stroll down the street of sexy shops. Apparently it’s a famous street. Somewhat awkward, but there is some super sweet lingerie. We eat crepes for lunch –that makes 3. We try the Catacombs but the line is redic, so we go to a Café, get lemonade.  We make our way to Opera Garnier. Beautiful! But we can’t get it. So we end up finding a café with wifi for Dianne, after sometime we head home. Long train, I fall asleep.  We get in to Downtown Disney, Italy vs England tonight. Italians are crazy awesome. No one scores and it’s the 15min break, so Dianne and I go to Rainforest café! Why not, it’s my birthday right? Fajitas, mmm. We go back to finish the game. Finally gets down to penalty kick. Italy wins. People are crazy.  Like really crazy. We Celebrate, sing I pretend I know Italian. Everyone is dancing, taking pictures, jumping around. It’s wonderful.

Monday:  We get up early, say goodbye to our lovely host, Fabrizio. Eventually Dianne and I make it to the Luxemburg gardens, take a few pictures, eat our delicious food (mmm) and say our goodbyes. I take a train to the airport and then flight back to Bilbao; it’s nice to be home where I can [somewhat] understand people. I am so tired. What a nice trip.