So, before we write a blog about our adventures in Vienna, Austria as a whole, we thought we should dedicate a whole blog to this one event.
Our friend, Tina, invited us out to a club called U4. It has a special event on Tuesdays and even though people in most countries normally don't leave to go to a club until after 11 or 12, if you aren't there before 11, you won't get in because it is too full. Fortunately for us, we were on the list.
When we got there, we walked up past some 150-200 people waiting in line to get in, and it was 10:30. Tina went straight up to another line (and by line we mean 3 people) and stated her name to the guy holding the list. At this point we felt like we were in the movies as he waved us on. Tina informed us that he was new since he checked our ID's and asked for Tina's name, which normally wouldn't have happened because everyone knows her there. In the VIP line, they were handing out free shots as we walked in.
Once we got inside, Tina was greeted by the owner of the club, Thomas, who then invited us for drinks downstairs. We went downstairs and found that the club was split into two areas, both with different types of music, so you could walk between them or hang out in the room of your favorite dance music all night. Tina knew everyone, and we mean everyone. She went up behind the DJ bar to say hi to the DJ and the lights man with the typical kisses on the cheek that reminded us once again of those VIP people in hollywood films.
Thomas returned to us later, presenting John with two beers, just for himself, and brought us behind the bar, had us fill a bunch of glasses with ice, and then walk over to the roped off VIP section. We hung out there for most of the night, John happy out with his beers, and me with vodka and red bull. Oh, did I mention we didn't pay a dime?
The music was great, the place was packed and we all had a blast! Now, John probably wants to tell you his impressions so I'll hand the keyboard to him:
Now we all dream about being treated like we are important when we go out, however the reality is it never happens, well to me anyway, probably has something to do with me not being a pretty girl...possibly. So when something like that happens it is AWESOME. Tina was incredibly kind for getting us in ahead of everyone else, as most people know this only happens me normally when I SKIP the line. I kind of thought that was it in terms of the nights perks but it got better and better. When we went in we meet the club owner who was a sound guy, we got chatting later on, you know yourself, trying to make connections for the next time we are back in Vienna. I'm pretty sure Tina said hi to the entire staff of the club. We then spent the night sipping on free beer and vodka, just hanging in the VIP area, it was Frecking Awesome. Thank you Tina.
John and I
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Our Big Fat GRΣΣK Holiday!
So we arrived in Athens at half 11 at night on Sunday and it was 37 degrees Celsius (or 99 degrees Fahrenheit) which for me(John) was not good, by my quick calculations that meant it was going to be a generous 40 plus during the day which meant Chelsea topped on her tan and I was going to get burnt or die or both.
Rising from our slumber we hit Athens seeing the sites. There are beautiful sights to be seen around the city but you can see them all in about 2 or 3 days. We were lucky enough to be staying in Plaka which is the city centre area where everything happening. The people who work in the restaurants are always trying to get you to come in to eat and me being easily led by my stomach succumbed, the food was very good in fairness to them. It is a beautiful city and would recommend it for a weekend away.
After Athens, we went island-hopping. The first island was Mykonos. It has a great beach, beautiful sand and sun. We went into the Mykonos town for a few hours, the white washed houses with their blue shutters were beautiful. We were staying in party central in the hostel but after travelling for as long as we had it was not the greatest piece of brilliance ever. The clubs started at 3pm which was really not what we wanted to hear while we were chilling out on the beach. We also made friends with a Michael Buble look-a-like Greek barman who we decided to rename Mikhail Bubliov because he looked Russian.
Next island we stopped by Santorini. The beautiful black sand beaches are gorgeous. We were able to rent a Quad bike/ATV for 24 hours for 15 euros which we fully utiliztred. We drove around the entire island and saw Fira and Ioa which are other beautiful towns on the island. It was a wonderfully relaxing break. The other amazing thing was that they were still in off-season so the prices was half price,which was fantantasic. The place we were staying was a family run hotel, 2 second walk from the beach, with a pool and a lovely family. And yes I finally got burnt to a crisp in Santorini, all day driving the Quad I was tomato red by the evening.
Rising from our slumber we hit Athens seeing the sites. There are beautiful sights to be seen around the city but you can see them all in about 2 or 3 days. We were lucky enough to be staying in Plaka which is the city centre area where everything happening. The people who work in the restaurants are always trying to get you to come in to eat and me being easily led by my stomach succumbed, the food was very good in fairness to them. It is a beautiful city and would recommend it for a weekend away.
After Athens, we went island-hopping. The first island was Mykonos. It has a great beach, beautiful sand and sun. We went into the Mykonos town for a few hours, the white washed houses with their blue shutters were beautiful. We were staying in party central in the hostel but after travelling for as long as we had it was not the greatest piece of brilliance ever. The clubs started at 3pm which was really not what we wanted to hear while we were chilling out on the beach. We also made friends with a Michael Buble look-a-like Greek barman who we decided to rename Mikhail Bubliov because he looked Russian.
Next island we stopped by Santorini. The beautiful black sand beaches are gorgeous. We were able to rent a Quad bike/ATV for 24 hours for 15 euros which we fully utiliztred. We drove around the entire island and saw Fira and Ioa which are other beautiful towns on the island. It was a wonderfully relaxing break. The other amazing thing was that they were still in off-season so the prices was half price,which was fantantasic. The place we were staying was a family run hotel, 2 second walk from the beach, with a pool and a lovely family. And yes I finally got burnt to a crisp in Santorini, all day driving the Quad I was tomato red by the evening.
A Roman Holiday
So once again, we were on our own when we arrived in the beautiful, but dodgy city of Roma.
The hotel we stayed in was gorgeous, located right near the train station and, oh yeah, Lonely Planet mentioned the area as one of the most dangerous areas you could hang around at night! Lucky us.
Our first day we decided to hit up ancient Rome, you know, the Collosseum and the like. We were bothered by people the whole time, asking us to take tours with them to skip the line on the entire trip. In front of the Collosseum, we finally said yes, and for anyone that goes there, you should too. For an extra €8, you get to skip the line and you get a guided tour of not only the Collosseum but also of the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill, and it lasts for about 3 hours. We had the most entertaining guide, a jovial soft-spoken little man from Scotland named Richard. (we kept his number and contact info if anyone wants a guide anywhere around Rome)
We then of course visited famous sights like the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps, which were lovely, despite John almost falling into the Trevi Fountain while throwing his coin in!
The following day we spent at the Vatican. Unfortunately the museums are closed on Sundays, but on some Sundays, if the Pope is in town, he'll come out and bless the people in the square. And it just so happened that he was! We were able to see the Pope himself, even if we didn't see the Sistine Chapel! Afterwords, we stood towards the front of a very long line for Saint Peter's Basilica, and as John said, "Pope went a little overboard on the holy water." What he meant by this was that as we were waiting in line, there was a downpour on all of us. And no, I don't mean a few drops, or even a heavy rain. I mean it was like being at a water park and standing under that giant bucket of water. And we forgot the umbrella. Other than that, it was another good day and our electronics survived the drenching!
The hotel we stayed in was gorgeous, located right near the train station and, oh yeah, Lonely Planet mentioned the area as one of the most dangerous areas you could hang around at night! Lucky us.
Our first day we decided to hit up ancient Rome, you know, the Collosseum and the like. We were bothered by people the whole time, asking us to take tours with them to skip the line on the entire trip. In front of the Collosseum, we finally said yes, and for anyone that goes there, you should too. For an extra €8, you get to skip the line and you get a guided tour of not only the Collosseum but also of the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill, and it lasts for about 3 hours. We had the most entertaining guide, a jovial soft-spoken little man from Scotland named Richard. (we kept his number and contact info if anyone wants a guide anywhere around Rome)
We then of course visited famous sights like the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps, which were lovely, despite John almost falling into the Trevi Fountain while throwing his coin in!
The following day we spent at the Vatican. Unfortunately the museums are closed on Sundays, but on some Sundays, if the Pope is in town, he'll come out and bless the people in the square. And it just so happened that he was! We were able to see the Pope himself, even if we didn't see the Sistine Chapel! Afterwords, we stood towards the front of a very long line for Saint Peter's Basilica, and as John said, "Pope went a little overboard on the holy water." What he meant by this was that as we were waiting in line, there was a downpour on all of us. And no, I don't mean a few drops, or even a heavy rain. I mean it was like being at a water park and standing under that giant bucket of water. And we forgot the umbrella. Other than that, it was another good day and our electronics survived the drenching!
Friday, June 25, 2010
A Home Away from Home
For both of us, staying with Jamie and her family was a relief, not only for me for the company of a fellow Buffalonian, but also for John, for the company of the Irish descent. Also, having pancakes and other American breakfast foods helped!
While my parents were dying to talk to me, I found out only moments later that who they really wanted to talk to was Jamie, and that was why they were so keen to skype us all the time (something they didn't do for most of the trip! haha jk mom and dad...sort of).
Fortunately for Roberto, the presence of John and I apparently spurred his wife's cooking abilities more so than they had experienced in a long time. Every night he would look at the food on the table with shock and awe, exclaiming that this was more food than he had seen in a week! Now, we both understood that this was heavy sarcasm, but I doubt many people would have, since no one in the family denied these claims.
When we went into the city of Firenze (Florence) we were able to, between two days, make it to see the Duomo, the Medici exhibit, a Da Vinci exhibit and the Uffizi and Academia museums (the Academia holds Michelangelo's statue of David). All of these places were beautiful, as well as interesting.
Funny story: we bumped into our friends from the Barcelona hostel! No, it wasn't in a museum, or on a busy street. We bumped into them in a tiny off-street corner of a market, and only by John's good vision did we spot them at all! We tried to work out the odds but all we can say is that it was very strange indeed and that the odds are astronomical!
We took an excursion to Pisa, which is a lot like Segovia. There are three things to see. Only difference is, the three things are right next to each other in Pisa. No no, not like a two minute walk, not even a 30 second walk. They are about a 5 second walk from each other and you can fit all three into one picture.
We spent our 3 year anniversary in Siena, a beautiful little area which surprisingly was lacking in the typical tourist groups and street vendors trying to sell you anything from jewelery to bouncy balls. It was a relief from the normal cities we were used to!
While my parents were dying to talk to me, I found out only moments later that who they really wanted to talk to was Jamie, and that was why they were so keen to skype us all the time (something they didn't do for most of the trip! haha jk mom and dad...sort of).
Fortunately for Roberto, the presence of John and I apparently spurred his wife's cooking abilities more so than they had experienced in a long time. Every night he would look at the food on the table with shock and awe, exclaiming that this was more food than he had seen in a week! Now, we both understood that this was heavy sarcasm, but I doubt many people would have, since no one in the family denied these claims.
When we went into the city of Firenze (Florence) we were able to, between two days, make it to see the Duomo, the Medici exhibit, a Da Vinci exhibit and the Uffizi and Academia museums (the Academia holds Michelangelo's statue of David). All of these places were beautiful, as well as interesting.
Funny story: we bumped into our friends from the Barcelona hostel! No, it wasn't in a museum, or on a busy street. We bumped into them in a tiny off-street corner of a market, and only by John's good vision did we spot them at all! We tried to work out the odds but all we can say is that it was very strange indeed and that the odds are astronomical!
We took an excursion to Pisa, which is a lot like Segovia. There are three things to see. Only difference is, the three things are right next to each other in Pisa. No no, not like a two minute walk, not even a 30 second walk. They are about a 5 second walk from each other and you can fit all three into one picture.
We spent our 3 year anniversary in Siena, a beautiful little area which surprisingly was lacking in the typical tourist groups and street vendors trying to sell you anything from jewelery to bouncy balls. It was a relief from the normal cities we were used to!
Excursions when in Parma
Our first day trip outside of Parma was to Venezia (Venice). It is everything you would expect and more. Much more actually, because the prices were astronomical. Everywhere you go, people travel by water because that is the only way to get around the city. The decorative hand-made masks that Venice is so famous for are strewn everywhere. We eventually cracked and got one that we admired for the apartment (mailed it to Ireland, but we're praying it got there in one piece...). Would definitely recommend it as a city to see because the sights are one of a kind, but pack your own lunch to save on money.
Our next trip was the Cinque Terre. A little-known Italian jewel (except, of course, to the Italians). It is five little towns all located on the Mediterranean with bike paths, hiking paths and mini trains connecting each of them. After several hours lying on one of the beach getting color (brown for one, red for the other--guess who), we eventually decided to take one of the hikes to the other town. Little did we know that setting out on this path could lead to the end of our relationship. Chelsea's running phrase throughout the endless flight of stairs ascending upwards towards a mountaintop that seemed to be growing as we climbed, was, "I want a divorce," much to the amusement of me and other hikers who understood what both of us were talking about. It was probably the nicest walk I've ever been on, you know, it just happened that I swore for 3/4 of it.
It was, however, epic scenery with an unbeatable view of the sea, and of course great company....
One of our favorite moments from the ascent up mount death was Monica. Monica was an 8 year old Italian girl who clearly had no say in what her family activity of the day was going to be that day. She obviously had no choice in the matter after the decision was made. We passed them out several times and then they would pass us and everytime this happened, it was like watching a movie rewind and play a specific scene over and over again. Every time they passed, we would hear Monica going, "Acqua mama, acqua" (water mom water); to which her mother usually replied, "NO Monica. Andiamo!" To which Monica would then respond in a very blatant physical statement of "fuck you." She would promptly sit down wherever she was and remain there scowling until her parents stopped yelling at her. Now, they didn't give in to Monica's tantrum, oh no. They actually did what every parent threatened countless times to do to their own child when they were acting the bollox: they left her. Eventually, (we can only assume) Monica followed after them.
Our next trip was the Cinque Terre. A little-known Italian jewel (except, of course, to the Italians). It is five little towns all located on the Mediterranean with bike paths, hiking paths and mini trains connecting each of them. After several hours lying on one of the beach getting color (brown for one, red for the other--guess who), we eventually decided to take one of the hikes to the other town. Little did we know that setting out on this path could lead to the end of our relationship. Chelsea's running phrase throughout the endless flight of stairs ascending upwards towards a mountaintop that seemed to be growing as we climbed, was, "I want a divorce," much to the amusement of me and other hikers who understood what both of us were talking about. It was probably the nicest walk I've ever been on, you know, it just happened that I swore for 3/4 of it.
It was, however, epic scenery with an unbeatable view of the sea, and of course great company....
One of our favorite moments from the ascent up mount death was Monica. Monica was an 8 year old Italian girl who clearly had no say in what her family activity of the day was going to be that day. She obviously had no choice in the matter after the decision was made. We passed them out several times and then they would pass us and everytime this happened, it was like watching a movie rewind and play a specific scene over and over again. Every time they passed, we would hear Monica going, "Acqua mama, acqua" (water mom water); to which her mother usually replied, "NO Monica. Andiamo!" To which Monica would then respond in a very blatant physical statement of "fuck you." She would promptly sit down wherever she was and remain there scowling until her parents stopped yelling at her. Now, they didn't give in to Monica's tantrum, oh no. They actually did what every parent threatened countless times to do to their own child when they were acting the bollox: they left her. Eventually, (we can only assume) Monica followed after them.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Parma - A nice Ham and Cheese sandwich
So after Paris we set sail for Italy. We took an overnight train down through France and we found out that Italian Trains are wonderfully imaginative on how to waste time. We stopped off in Switzerland for an hour and a half for no apparent reason. In fact, anyone who has ever been to Italy will be aware of the wonderful time-keeping ability of the Italian train people. So we finally landed in Milan 3 and a half hours late, just brilliant really that we turned up in the right country and not Narnia to be honest.
Most of this will be written by John with my help, but I just have to interject that when we were taking the train from Milan to Parma, John looked at me and said with wide, hopeful eyes, "I hope my Italian mammy is going to feed me!" At which point I laughed but remained silent, realizing John had no idea what he was in for...
Parma is a beautiful, quaint little city, full of medieval churches, more churches, and some more churches; you know, for good measure. It was great to be out of France for the start of the world cup...lovely as they may be... Henry we're still waiting for you to come to Ireland.
As had been predicted on the train, mammy Italia was quick to feed us, more importantly me, and feed me and feed me. :D :D Unfortunately, I had no idea about courses. I ate like a horse for what I thought was our entire meal, only to realize that second course had yet to be served. However, mammy Italia's eyes lit up when she realized that I would eat more than originally expected and for the remainder of the stay she would continue to offer me a hopeful second helping of whatever she was serving.
Francesca was kind enough to take us to a party outdoors. And I mean OUT doors. It was basically a pub and club in the middle of a field, very strange at first but turned out to be a good night, met a load of her friends and even the twins-two of the lads were so fashionable that they wore the same shirt, i mean jez lads don't ye consult one another on what ye are wearing before you go out amatuer mistake.
Probably the other greatest thing about Italy is homemade Gelato, imagine the greatest Ben&Jerry's(HB) ice cream you've ever had, well good Gelato knocks its socks off.
Now everywhere we seem to go one or two funny incidents seem to happen, the trip to Parma was no exception.
The first mishap was when we went to post postcards to Ireland and America, silly us, we thought the must efficient place to do this was the Post Office, but by god were we wrong. We took a ticket and waited in line for about 10 minutes for our number to be called. When it was called we went up the the woman, real pleasant looking thing she was too, with an actual Italian speaker in Francesca thinking that this may break down the whole language barrier that happened every so often. We told the lady where we wanted to send the postcards. She informed us that we needed stamps to post them, no problem right!? we are afterall in a Post Office, no there was a problem. Apparently that woman doesn't sell stamps that's another person's job, here was my thinking that the Irish can be somewhat inefficient but the Italians have someone who's sole purpose of their job is to sell stamps and only sell stamps. So we took another ticket, got in line and waited for Little Miss Sunshine 2. When we got to her, in fairness, she did her job description prefectly and gave us some wonderful stamps but then informed us we had to get back into line to post a bigger package, which was a tshirt, because apparently that was someone else's job. We lined up for another woman to weigh it and give us another fucking stamp for it but to send it, guess what we had to do, get in another line. In total it took us 45 minutes to send 2 postcards and a tshirt. Watch out the Irish government these Italian Post Office workers may pass you guys out on efficiency.
There also was a biddy case happening while we were waiting. This poor old lady came out to set up her booth to ease the line of people waiting to be redirected to another booth but it her "mad rush" to help out she misplaced her glasses. God bless her, she was convinced for a good 2 minutes that they must of been locked in her money box but opened it to find nothing, she then asked the other alert and agile young minds of the Post Office had they seen them. The sad fact was that this went on for 15 minutes and numerous trips to the back office to search for the missing glsses only to realise that they were on her, I don't mean they were in her hair, I mean she was wearing them on her nose.
The other fantastic event happened when we went out for pizza one night with Francesca. When we got to the place we asked a guy for a table and he just seemed to wander off back into the back kitchen. After waiting 5 minutes for this kid, about our age, to return we just asked someone to seat us. This was an excellent choose as it turns out, why? because the first kid was an idiot,a complete and utter fecking eejit. He had this constant dazzed and confused look on his face like a deer caught in the headlights but he'd an IQ seemingly matching a deer just hit by the headlights. Most restaurants have themselves split up into areas that each waiter and only he covers. Clearly nobody had informed this kid of this system as he went for table to table,area to area cleaning off one table then going over to another one and asking if they had ordered even they already had their food in front of them. At times he came out with trays of food and just went from table to table asking who ordered what, no sure where to dump them. But he's moment came to shine, this group of 3 girls his age came into the pizzaeria about a minute after us and he made a beeline to seat them and look after them for the night. He took their orders, I think, and dropped off their Coke's, the only thing was 45minutes later when we were leaving they still hadn't gotten their food, some treasure of a catch he would of been for one of them.
Most of this will be written by John with my help, but I just have to interject that when we were taking the train from Milan to Parma, John looked at me and said with wide, hopeful eyes, "I hope my Italian mammy is going to feed me!" At which point I laughed but remained silent, realizing John had no idea what he was in for...
Parma is a beautiful, quaint little city, full of medieval churches, more churches, and some more churches; you know, for good measure. It was great to be out of France for the start of the world cup...lovely as they may be... Henry we're still waiting for you to come to Ireland.
As had been predicted on the train, mammy Italia was quick to feed us, more importantly me, and feed me and feed me. :D :D Unfortunately, I had no idea about courses. I ate like a horse for what I thought was our entire meal, only to realize that second course had yet to be served. However, mammy Italia's eyes lit up when she realized that I would eat more than originally expected and for the remainder of the stay she would continue to offer me a hopeful second helping of whatever she was serving.
Francesca was kind enough to take us to a party outdoors. And I mean OUT doors. It was basically a pub and club in the middle of a field, very strange at first but turned out to be a good night, met a load of her friends and even the twins-two of the lads were so fashionable that they wore the same shirt, i mean jez lads don't ye consult one another on what ye are wearing before you go out amatuer mistake.
Probably the other greatest thing about Italy is homemade Gelato, imagine the greatest Ben&Jerry's(HB) ice cream you've ever had, well good Gelato knocks its socks off.
Now everywhere we seem to go one or two funny incidents seem to happen, the trip to Parma was no exception.
The first mishap was when we went to post postcards to Ireland and America, silly us, we thought the must efficient place to do this was the Post Office, but by god were we wrong. We took a ticket and waited in line for about 10 minutes for our number to be called. When it was called we went up the the woman, real pleasant looking thing she was too, with an actual Italian speaker in Francesca thinking that this may break down the whole language barrier that happened every so often. We told the lady where we wanted to send the postcards. She informed us that we needed stamps to post them, no problem right!? we are afterall in a Post Office, no there was a problem. Apparently that woman doesn't sell stamps that's another person's job, here was my thinking that the Irish can be somewhat inefficient but the Italians have someone who's sole purpose of their job is to sell stamps and only sell stamps. So we took another ticket, got in line and waited for Little Miss Sunshine 2. When we got to her, in fairness, she did her job description prefectly and gave us some wonderful stamps but then informed us we had to get back into line to post a bigger package, which was a tshirt, because apparently that was someone else's job. We lined up for another woman to weigh it and give us another fucking stamp for it but to send it, guess what we had to do, get in another line. In total it took us 45 minutes to send 2 postcards and a tshirt. Watch out the Irish government these Italian Post Office workers may pass you guys out on efficiency.
There also was a biddy case happening while we were waiting. This poor old lady came out to set up her booth to ease the line of people waiting to be redirected to another booth but it her "mad rush" to help out she misplaced her glasses. God bless her, she was convinced for a good 2 minutes that they must of been locked in her money box but opened it to find nothing, she then asked the other alert and agile young minds of the Post Office had they seen them. The sad fact was that this went on for 15 minutes and numerous trips to the back office to search for the missing glsses only to realise that they were on her, I don't mean they were in her hair, I mean she was wearing them on her nose.
The other fantastic event happened when we went out for pizza one night with Francesca. When we got to the place we asked a guy for a table and he just seemed to wander off back into the back kitchen. After waiting 5 minutes for this kid, about our age, to return we just asked someone to seat us. This was an excellent choose as it turns out, why? because the first kid was an idiot,a complete and utter fecking eejit. He had this constant dazzed and confused look on his face like a deer caught in the headlights but he'd an IQ seemingly matching a deer just hit by the headlights. Most restaurants have themselves split up into areas that each waiter and only he covers. Clearly nobody had informed this kid of this system as he went for table to table,area to area cleaning off one table then going over to another one and asking if they had ordered even they already had their food in front of them. At times he came out with trays of food and just went from table to table asking who ordered what, no sure where to dump them. But he's moment came to shine, this group of 3 girls his age came into the pizzaeria about a minute after us and he made a beeline to seat them and look after them for the night. He took their orders, I think, and dropped off their Coke's, the only thing was 45minutes later when we were leaving they still hadn't gotten their food, some treasure of a catch he would of been for one of them.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Ahhh, Paris...the city of Louvre
So, we thought we would start by saying we are so sorry we have been behind on blogging, but what with travelling to 3 countries in such a short period of time, we were a little frazzled! So this is a really long (but funny) blog about our adventures in Paris.
Paris brought with it more than a few surprises, the first being the people. So we hear from everyone for about a month straight how to watch out for Parisians and how they are so rude and mean to you, and of course we were dreading our trip to France and considering our options for avoiding all human contact for 48 hours. Well! when we arrived we were greeted with a slew of some of the nicest people we have ever met worldwide, nevermind in France! We thought our luck may run out when we finally arrived at the hostel but lo and behold, they were even kinder than anyone else.
So Paris, much like Barcelona was a whirlwind tour to put it lightly. We managed to get most of the major sights out of the way within a 2 day period.
Our first stop--with backpacks still in tow (ugh)--was Notre Dame. Funny thing about cathedrals....they aren't too keen on letting people in with oversized luggage, ie 20 lb backpacks. BUT, if you are stuck behind a New Zealand couple who offer to walk closely in front of you in order to help you sneak the backpacks in by your feet, then you're sorted. Also, not quite sure if you have to pay or not....we didn't.
Now, for those of you who have seen or read The Da Vinci Code, may be aware of those gold stars in the ground that he talks about located around Paris. We found one outside of Notre Dame, but had to step on a few toes (literally) to get a picture of it.
The next stop was the Pantheon, which neither of us had ever heard much of, cost €5 to get into. We thought this was insultingly expensive. I mean, the Notre Dame Cathedral was free (we think?) and everyone has heard of that! So you can see on facebook that we took some lovely photos of the outside.
After, we dropped our bags off into our shady hostel (hey I said the people were nice, not the hostel). Shady is putting it in a nice way. Imagine The Shining with French subtitles crossed with the movie Hostel and you have something with about 50% of the creepiness of this hostel. Paint (if you can call it paint anymore...I think we were looking at the insulation) was chipped everywhere, our ceiling was at a slope, and the lock looked to be about as secure as Irish passport control. However, it had a lovely balcony and free (ish...another Notre Dame incident) internet, so we were happy!
The next stop was the Musee D'Orsay. Beautiful...but definitely can make a person (guess who) ashamed to be American at times. You can see where Europe and the rest of the world gets their not so nice opinion about good ol U.S. of A. The majority of the Americans in the Musee D'Orsay were loud, talking on their phones, and being all around obnoxiously ignorant to the artwork and other people around them.
We then eventually made it to the Eiffel Tower. We white-knuckled the ascent to the very top of it--no literally, we did; we are both only so-so about heights. The view was worth the heart palpitations.
In the evening, as you do on a typical Tuesday evening, we took a boat trip up the Seine as the sun was setting and the Paris night life was just beginning. We took about 100 pictures of the Eiffel Tower lit up (John has threatened to send me to P.A.--photographaholics anonymous at the end of this trip).
The next day we awoke happily to find all of our limbs and organs still intact, with none of our items missing. We headed off to the Louvre. In the rain. Fortunately, our saving grace was the bakery just outside the hostel. For breakfast we got a baguette with chocolate chips baked into it. That's right. Chocolate. Chips. Greatest invention yet. After the Louvre we dropped back in again to the bakery...twice. Both before and after we picked up our luggage.
Oh yeah, the Louvre wasn't bad either.
We then made it to the celebrity cemetary. Our one and only goal being to see Oscar Wilde's grave, which was the most pleasant surprise! Here we are, thinking we won't be able to tell it from any other grave in the whole damn cemetary, and this is a big cemetary. Yet incredibly, we found it with great ease as it was pink. No, it isn't painted pink, it's not pink marble--Oscar Wilde's gravestone is covered in kisses and "I love you Oscar's" in various languages. Basically the best de-facing ever.
Our trip was spectacular in Paris and brought about a lot of pleasant surprises. The only thing we'd caution about is to bring a magnifying glass to find the metros because the only way you'd find them is if you fell into it.
Paris brought with it more than a few surprises, the first being the people. So we hear from everyone for about a month straight how to watch out for Parisians and how they are so rude and mean to you, and of course we were dreading our trip to France and considering our options for avoiding all human contact for 48 hours. Well! when we arrived we were greeted with a slew of some of the nicest people we have ever met worldwide, nevermind in France! We thought our luck may run out when we finally arrived at the hostel but lo and behold, they were even kinder than anyone else.
So Paris, much like Barcelona was a whirlwind tour to put it lightly. We managed to get most of the major sights out of the way within a 2 day period.
Our first stop--with backpacks still in tow (ugh)--was Notre Dame. Funny thing about cathedrals....they aren't too keen on letting people in with oversized luggage, ie 20 lb backpacks. BUT, if you are stuck behind a New Zealand couple who offer to walk closely in front of you in order to help you sneak the backpacks in by your feet, then you're sorted. Also, not quite sure if you have to pay or not....we didn't.
Now, for those of you who have seen or read The Da Vinci Code, may be aware of those gold stars in the ground that he talks about located around Paris. We found one outside of Notre Dame, but had to step on a few toes (literally) to get a picture of it.
The next stop was the Pantheon, which neither of us had ever heard much of, cost €5 to get into. We thought this was insultingly expensive. I mean, the Notre Dame Cathedral was free (we think?) and everyone has heard of that! So you can see on facebook that we took some lovely photos of the outside.
After, we dropped our bags off into our shady hostel (hey I said the people were nice, not the hostel). Shady is putting it in a nice way. Imagine The Shining with French subtitles crossed with the movie Hostel and you have something with about 50% of the creepiness of this hostel. Paint (if you can call it paint anymore...I think we were looking at the insulation) was chipped everywhere, our ceiling was at a slope, and the lock looked to be about as secure as Irish passport control. However, it had a lovely balcony and free (ish...another Notre Dame incident) internet, so we were happy!
The next stop was the Musee D'Orsay. Beautiful...but definitely can make a person (guess who) ashamed to be American at times. You can see where Europe and the rest of the world gets their not so nice opinion about good ol U.S. of A. The majority of the Americans in the Musee D'Orsay were loud, talking on their phones, and being all around obnoxiously ignorant to the artwork and other people around them.
We then eventually made it to the Eiffel Tower. We white-knuckled the ascent to the very top of it--no literally, we did; we are both only so-so about heights. The view was worth the heart palpitations.
In the evening, as you do on a typical Tuesday evening, we took a boat trip up the Seine as the sun was setting and the Paris night life was just beginning. We took about 100 pictures of the Eiffel Tower lit up (John has threatened to send me to P.A.--photographaholics anonymous at the end of this trip).
The next day we awoke happily to find all of our limbs and organs still intact, with none of our items missing. We headed off to the Louvre. In the rain. Fortunately, our saving grace was the bakery just outside the hostel. For breakfast we got a baguette with chocolate chips baked into it. That's right. Chocolate. Chips. Greatest invention yet. After the Louvre we dropped back in again to the bakery...twice. Both before and after we picked up our luggage.
Oh yeah, the Louvre wasn't bad either.
We then made it to the celebrity cemetary. Our one and only goal being to see Oscar Wilde's grave, which was the most pleasant surprise! Here we are, thinking we won't be able to tell it from any other grave in the whole damn cemetary, and this is a big cemetary. Yet incredibly, we found it with great ease as it was pink. No, it isn't painted pink, it's not pink marble--Oscar Wilde's gravestone is covered in kisses and "I love you Oscar's" in various languages. Basically the best de-facing ever.
Our trip was spectacular in Paris and brought about a lot of pleasant surprises. The only thing we'd caution about is to bring a magnifying glass to find the metros because the only way you'd find them is if you fell into it.
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