So, guess what? Luvd France, didnt luv Paris. A leetle weird, but whatev. Definitely jetlagged, ate lots of rip-off american tourist food, experienced 284 steps up L’Arc de Triomphe, and took lots of pictures, which you’ll be seeing soon enough. Did I mention a classic parisian hot-dog in the mix? (baguette sliced open with hot dog and cheese dribbled over YUM). Oh yeah, it was freakin expensive. Plane ride: fun and hair messer-upper. Brought home souvenirs to make basically everybody in my life decently happy, didn’t bring enough books, got sick of most people on the trip (the usual reaction when you’re cooped up with the same people for 8 days), and witnessed 23 pigeons attack a half eaten pizza on the Champs-Elysees. I love paris, don’t you?
Provence is so much better. Quiter, people are nice… just by nature. (Parisians are snobby and automatically separate the foreigners from the parisians. foreigners including country bumpkin provencians) I love how they can tell you’re american from your accented “Bonjour!”. Provencians are nicer about it than parisians though. Fields of sunflowers inspired Van Gogh, and huge castles enclosed on me and lost me in its hallways. A completely preserved amphitheater gave me a renewed fear of heights and an awesome view for my itty bitty blue camera (so getting a new non-fashionable black Canon soon). Nimes was my favorite. Lots of avenues with trees lining the sidewalk and awesome lighting for dreamy paintings and pictures. A fabled dragon living in a river. Pebble beaches with jellyfish floating on the surface of the Mediterannean. Gossiping at dinner with whoever I got stuck with. Wonderful life.
Then I come home to amazon boxes of summer reading and my new collage poster ordered from Shutterfly of my awesome Alaska pictures. I love San Francisco, but it’s nice to experience another country that turns out just as awesome, even if Paris takes my breath away. Literally. Like I can’t breathe, what with all the female almost naked smokers and claustrophobic crowds near the Eiffel Tower. I loved the Seine. and the gelato. Italian. mmmmm.
~Floaty Dreams
