(3:00pm Barcelona Time)
Dear Fans,
I’m sorry for neglecting my blog for so long, we’ve been moving faster between cities and it’s hard to find time to write.
We finished finals on the 13th, just in time for Bastille Day celebrations in Paris on the 14th. On Bastille Day. There is a huge concert under the EiffelTower so weheaded there, picnic in hand. The plan was to be there around six, eat our baguets and cheese, and watch the fireworks show at 10:30. The problem was that it appeared everyone in all of Europe had the same plan and the concert was PACKED. So after about a half an hour,David and I left (Lizzie stuck it out and I have to admit I’m a little jealous of the amazing time she had, the fireworks were increadable, you should all go look at the photos on her blog!)
Saddened that we missed out on the biggest event of the year, we soon decided to head over to the second biggest event of the year (also on the same night), the “Firehouses”. On Bastille Day the Fire Stations throughout Paris turn into Night Clubs just for one night. It’s hard to picture if you haven’t seen it, but imagine two courtyards filled to the brim of people (mostly our age), dancing away. As if it’s not strange enough just to be dancing in afire station, the courtyards to lined with little stages on which the firemen are dancing. Now when I say dancing, I mean DANCING, they honestly looked like strippers but without the stripping. Inside the fire station, there were about five different kinds of bars: mixed drinks, Champaign, wine, beer, etc.
The next morning was David’s birthday. Lizzie went out early in the morning and brought back pastries galore while I wrapped his littlepresents in anything I could find – paper, magazine pages and shopping bags. After that we had lunch in the park before heading to the airport to fly to Monaco.
We arrived in Monaco to a beautiful birthday Champaign welcome from Nadine and Mary. After that, we headed out for a late dinner, which our new friend Jon drove us to (thank God) because Monaco is, seriously, the singly most confusing city I’ve ever been in. However, being adults, we decided we could surely use our hotel’s “easy-ten-minute-walking-directions” back to the hotel. The directions were as follows: “walk along the palace, walk around the round-about, walk through a mall, take an escalator through the mountain, cross a bridge…and so on”. Needless to say, we were lost in about ten seconds and had to call a cab.
The next day, we spend the whole day on the beach, building up the courage to try to attempt another walk into the city of Monte Carlo. Much to our delight, we successfully made it to the Casino AND back with only limited assistance from Jon. The highlight of Monaco was simply sittingat a café outside of the Casino enjoying some highly entertaining people watching (or car watching in David’s case).
From Monaco, we made our way to Fontville, an adorable town in the South of France adjacent to the town where Van Gough lived, worked and eventually went insane. Because I have written so much about France, I won’t write much about Fontville besides that it was the cutest place I’ve ever seen (I think the pictures will show you more than I could ever write).
After Fontville, we drove to Barcelona, I expected there to be a lot of young people in Barcelona, but I wasn’t prepared forthe throngs of college aged people in every direction, every street looked like bruin walk ten minutes before class started. I also had no idea how beautiful Barcelona is, the S. Familia Cathedral is one of the most beautiful, creative buildings I’ve ever seen. They started building the Cathedral in 1880, and it’s far from finished today.
We were in Barcelona for two days and we mostly just walked for hours because every corner had something different to see.
This morning we said our sad good byes to Lizzie, we’ll miss you, Blizard!
Now David and I are on our way to meet Mary and Nadine in Italy, so excited!!!
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