so this week marks my halfway point. gasp. i know.
for all you thinking what i am thinking... i know. i didn't think i'd make it either.
i know that this half will FLY by comparatively. AH.
on thursday i meet abby in amsterdam. saturday she comes back to paris with me. tuesday she leaves. wah.
wednesday the p-unit arrives. i stay with them a leur hotel for the week, they leave wednesday. wah.
cue saturday. i meet jared at CDG for o'sharfin eurotrip 2011. prague-vienna-paris. YAYAYAY.
sigh, he leaves on sunday. and then. it is april 11th. APRIL 11th. its already spring. i have already enrolled in courses for SENIOR YEAR. ely has already turned 21. SO MANY THINGS HAVE HAPPENED BY APRIL 11th.
with all that ahead. lets focus on the immediate past, shall we?
friday was a lazy day. and by lazy day i mean great. i did all the stuff i needed to do. read. did laundry. made study guide. watched a movie. yay.
saturday was slightly more interesting. the plan was to go to les puces with amelia and hannah. i text amelia when i get up to verify times and locations etc. change of plans. we are gonna meet at breakfast in america. YAYAYAY. the famous american diner in paris. i meet amelia at st. paul, the stop in le marais. we head over to the line. yes the line. that has formed down the block for this poppin spot. hannah calls. she is line. where are we.
we are in line.
hmmm. then it occurs to us there are two locations. l'oops. we ask for status on her line, it sounds shorter. we jump back on the metro. meet arielle at the stop. transfer. arrive at the OTHER breakfast in america. and by the time we arrive we are the next party. talkaboutconvenient.
NOT TO MENTION. this breakfast in america is located all of 20 feet away from the hotel i will be staying in with jared. yay.
we sit, the menu is everything we have hoped for and more. american diner food. egg whites. bottomless coffee. an obama milkshake (vanillla ice cream, peanut butter, chocolate sauce). sam adams is an option for beer. a signed friends poster adorns the wall. sigh.
we stuff ourselves, duh. and head to les puces, the flea market.
the flea market is the LAST STOP on the four. it is on the city periphery for sure. we arrive. it does not feel like paris. we walk. it is overwhelming. mike meets us. we wander. in and out of booths. antiques, beads, random clothes. wander wander. its misting but whatever. wander wander.
after some time we hop the metro back. i take a quick nap. and at 7:00 head over to meet dana and her parents for dinner near school.
dinner is amaze. so tasty. so cute. dana's parents are tres nice. its so nice to be around family.
after dinner i hop the bus. run run run. get ready. meet felicity and alex at the opera stop. we are heading to footsie, a stock exchange bar. amelia and hannah had mentioned they were going so why not mix crowds. we arrive. every 240 seconds the prices of drinks change based on demand. the music is good, loud, not a lot of dancing but the place is fun. amelia and hannah arrive. mike and sam arrive. rachel and a friend from home. we are a group. we stay for a bit, we sneakily aquire a table by surrounding and moving in. duh. what are groups good for. in a bit we head out and hop the metro yet again.
we head to the marais, felicity knows a bar there. we go in. i stay for a few, then find out amelia and mike have found a falafel place closing that GAVE them falafel balls. amelia agrees to help me look. mike joins.
everyone stays, the three of us head out. we stumble upon a hotdog place. order hotdogs, drinks, frites. my hotdog comes with onion strings and mayo-ketchup on it. gross. and obviously. i eat the fries. and the hotdog, leave bun onion mayo-ketchup. we make friends with the guy working there. he tells us he is a rapper. we ask him to rap. he does.
if you are thinking we have been here forever. we have. amelia and i cannot finish our fries. i get them to go. he lets us know he is performing tomorrow. we should come. kk. amelia takes the paper.
we head back.
people are ready to go. they love us. we brought fries.
we locate the nuit bus. obviously.
mike and amelia are on the same one.
me and hannah are on the same one.
parfait.
alex and fel hop the metro home and successfully make their transfer before it closes. clutch.
and there it is. one more night in paris. one of my sixty-something left. AH.
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