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Monday July 12, 2004 Now that I've forgotten all the details, I guess I'll tell you all about my trip to Paris, France... ...Wow, I really did forget everything... OK, we drove there from Baumholder, Germany. It took five hours, if I remember correctly. We got there at about dusk and drove around aimlessly looking for the cheap hotel we found online. That didn't go over too well, though. We ended up just finding a few familiar hotels (again, stupid Americans just looking for a familiar "chain" of them), checked on prices, and chose the cheapest one. I think it ended up being the Arma... I don't recall. It started with an A, though, and it had a Best Western logo on the sign. Classy. Once we got settled into our hotel rooms, we jumped right back in the car and attempted to find the Eiffel tower. You'd think it would be easy since it's so tall, but it's actually pretty difficult. We did find it, though. We parked, walked the five or six blocks to it, and admired it from up close. By the time we got there, I think it was 11:00 at night and it was relatively deserted, so we decided to go up to the top while there was no four hour wait in a line that snaked all around Paris. Glad we did, too, cause damn it was packed the next day. Speaking of the next day, we again started at the Eiffel tower around lunchtime (after a quick stop at McDonalds, of course). This time, we just walked right under it and kept going. We walked down by a river, snapped some photos, etc. Nothing special. We walked for what seemed like forever then turned around and went back to the car to go check out the other cites. But it wasn't that simple... We had lost the car. It took us, I'd say, around an hour walking up and down streets to find it. It really got frustrating after a while. You think you've walked all you can take, then you're forced to walk more. One thing that made all the walking almost worth it was when my mom was looking at the old buildings instead of watching where she was going, she ran into a waist-high pole that was embedded in cement. She claimed it hurt her back. I did my best not to laugh at and embarrass her, but it was just too good. After roughly half a block I began to laugh hysterically. Sorry, mom. When we finally did find the car, we drove around for a while just trying to take in as much of Paris as we could. We got some statues, a mini Statue of Liberty, and some other stuff. Then it was off to the Arch of Triumph. I wanted to get out of the car and go to the top, but due to time constraints, we just drove past and continued on to the Louvre. The Louvre is a museum. I don't know if it's an art museum or just a standard one. I bet it's all art because I don't remember seeing anything but paintings and sculptures. We did only go through part of it, though - Again, time constraints. After that, well... I guess we got in the car and went back to Baumholder. I don't remember doing anything else there. I should say that France was, by far, my favorite place. Germany had nothing but some old castles and bad food and Italy was just a sleep-deprived, power-walk event, so maybe saying France was the best isn't really saying much about it at all. Oh well, it was still my favorite. No hot ladies, though. Have I commented on the women over there, by the way? If I haven't, there were NO attractive women AT ALL in all of Europe until we got to Italy. It was basically just Florence, Italy. Not even Pisa, Italy had any lookers. And the Florence gals were only sort of attractive because they all had mullets. Yes, you heard right. Everyone had mullets. I'm afraid 80s fashion is coming back, mullet included. Scary, I know. I'm done. |
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