Although I had an awesome weekend in Paris, it's good to be back in Berlin. It's not good knowing that I have a ton of work to do since I only have a few more weeks of class left. Since Sally's camera takes such good pictures, I insisted on having her take quite a few - so once I get those I will post some pictures.
Friday - With a little bit of help, I managed to make it to my friend Nick's apartment in the 5th district in Paris. Nick took us on a walking tour of Paris at night and we got to see Notre Dame, the Louvre, and a little bit of the Eiffel Tower. Apparently, every night at the top of the hour, the Eiffel Tower glitters - it looked so cool! After eating a crepe, we met some of Nick's friends at an Irish pub that in no way resembled anything Irish.
Saturday - I went to the Louvre and saw the Mona Lisa! It was a lot smaller than I thought it. We wandered around the city and saw the Champs Elysees, Seine River, the Arc de Triomphe, and arrived at the Eiffel Tower. Sally and I were planning to climb it, but the line was really long and we were pretty tired. Also, walking down the Champs Elysees, we noticed a really long line. I assumed it was for a museum or something important. Nope, it was just the line for Abercrombie & Fitch. Not the store opening...just a regular day. Ridiculous!
Sunday - I felt like I had already seen so much of Paris already, so my only goal for the day was to climb the Eiffel Tower. And that I did. Luckily, I had Nick as a tour guide, so I never needed a map, he just led us around all day! After that, we headed over to Sacre Coeur (aka Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris), which is a Catholic church on top of a hill (Montmartre) that had an absolutely amazing view of the city. Afterwards, we headed back down and got to see Moulin Rouge. By that time, it was time for me to catch my flight back to Berlin. I have to say that I'm much less stressed out when I travel and I'm learning to be relaxed, especially when things go wrong. On the way to the airport, I was supposed to get straight on a bus that would take me to the airport, but there were police directing me away from the train station. I found the bus stop and there was a really long line and I found out that the buses were running late due to whatever was going on in the train station. Luckily, the bus came pretty quick and when I went to pay for my ticket, the driver just waved me on through. And people say that the French hate Americans? I thought that they were very friendly to me, even the police! Once I got to the airport, I couldn't remember if I was in the West or South terminal, which are quite a distance from each other. I guessed that I was in the South terminal, went and looked at the departures and I couldn't find my flight on it. So I hopped on a shuttle back to the West terminal and realized that I was looking at the 19:00 times (mistaking it for 9:00 PM) when I should have been looking at the 21:00 times. When I got to the West terminal, I double checked that my flight wasn't in the West terminal and hopped back on the shuttle to the South terminal....whoops!
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