March 6, 2007
Paris, France
Oh Gosh Guys – I’m so sorry that it’s been an amazing three weeks since I’ve last updated…People have been reminding me that I even HAVE a blog so I guess it’s time to update…
Carneval in Deutschland
Let’s see – three weekends ago I took the train to the Kalisch Haus to see my two favorite Germans – Max and Axel (three if you count King Louie the Hip Hop Carpenter). The train was very pleasant – only a four hour ride and although I had a bit of trouble finding my actual seat and got yelled at (in French) for putting my feet on the seat –overall – I love traveling by train! Got to Strasbourg in Eastern France, which is approximately 15 minutes from Offenburg, was met by a frantic Max and Axel and accordingly rushed to the car, hopped on the autobahn, and drove very quickly home to get ready for “Hexeball” this huge party in Offenburg. Max’s mom borrowed a flapper costume for me and after a small kitchen party with two doctors, santa claus, and a pilot we headed to the craziest mix of Halloween/spring break that I’ve ever seen. Carnival in Germany is absurd – there are just no words to describe it – we have nothing like it in the US and A. Everyone is dressed in costumes and drinking and dancing and listening to music and just having a grand time. After staying out until approximately 5am we headed home and slept until an early 1:00. I was then awoken by a certain “super sexy” kid who told me it was time to run – so Axel and I went on an hour run (I can’t believe he lasted that long…) around the beautiful town of Offenburg. After a wonderful breakfast of fresh bread, fresh squeezed orange juice, coffee, and nutella I got to meet some of Axel’s friends for coffee (oh boy – Trisha and Kaitlin – you would have loved it…) Anywho – so then it was time for the next party – another Hexeball in a town over. This wasn’t as nearly as amazing as the show that O-town put on so Max and I WERE going to call it an early night but when we turned home we found Reinhard, his friends from Hamburg, and King Louie in the dinner room. We joined them for awhile and then decided to go into town for more crazy. We started at a small bar and ended up drinking champagne at this “chic” club over the huge HandM downtown – home this time by 4:00am – I didn’t think things could get any better. BUT as it turns out none of this was actual “carnival”. Saturday started with a “garden party” in the Kalisch backyard and then the night began….Max, Reinhard, King Louie, and the Hamburg gentlemen and I headed into the town square where there were all these tents set up with food and drinks and music and of course the ENTIRE town of Offenburg. So into the wee hours of the morning we moved from tent to tent dancing and partying and marveling at everyone’s costume – it was wonderful. Sunday, Max and I went to a nearby town for another festival before enjoying another garden party (mmmm, lots of sausage…) and then realized it was time to RUSH to the train station (and when I say rush, I mean I got on the train one minute before it left…) and that was carnival!
The Next Week
Had our first “phonetics” class this week. Basically it just consists of a teacher saying phrases aloud and the class repeating them – but what’s really cool is that we use this special audio system where we record our voices and then listen to them to help us improve. The teacher can also listen into our tapings and help us out individually. I really enjoyed the first class – and continue too – but five days of repeating phrases such as, “I met the Russian girl in the road” and “Do you have a cell phone?” gets a little old…Tuesday was mardi-gras and thus the end to Caitlin, Claire, LA, and my days of eating chocolate and candy so of course we had to celebrate with a nutella crepe and a trip to “Frog and Princess” this English/French bar. The best part to the night was the ride home on the metro which consisted of me falling down the stairs and Claire attempting to get one last chocolate bar out of broken vending machine – oh it was great. And I have it on video… Let’s see – Wednesday was Ash Wednesday so I made a trip to the Sacre Coeur which was amazing. Thursday Caitlin and I went to this “Soiree Privee” or “private night” at a club on the Champs. We both dressed up pretty poshy and danced the night away. And then came Friday
AM-DAM
Friday night at 11pm Claire, Caitlin, and I took a nine hour bus ride to “Pay-Bay” aka the Netherlands. We arrived in Amsterdam at 7am and dropped off our bags at the botel (yes a hotel on a river aka BOtel…) Saturday we visited the Anne Frank Haus which was incredible…It’s so hard to comprehend that only 60 years ago this little girl actually lived there. The coolest parts were seeing her actual diary and the pictures that she had pasted on the wallpaper in her room. After a nice coffee break we headed to the Heineken Experience. You may think that it was a just a museum – but you would be sorely mistaken as it was much more – as you can see from the pictures…After a quick lunch we jetted back to the botel to take a MUCH needed nap. Dinner consisted of pancakes and then we explored the city for several hours. About the time we decided to head home it started to DOWNPOUR and although you would think we would be used to rain living in Paris – this was more than rain. A very nice Dutch man actually gave us his umbrella (which turned out to have a picture of a dead woman on it as it was from a funeral – but it’s always the thought that counts right?) This is the point in the night where we got really lost and found out it was 2am and flagged a cab. Sleep. Sunday morning we woke up and took a bus to the nearby region of Holland. We visited an actual Dutch windmill, a fromagerie, and a little fishing village. Of course I bought some real wooden clogs and you will all love them, of this I’m sure. The rest of the day we spent in a torture museum, a dutch grocery store, a tulip market, and waiting for the bus. And while I didn’t sleep very well on the way TO Amsterdam – I passed out hardcore on the way home- like I didn’t wake up at all – well at least not until we arrived in Paris at 5am and had to wait in the cold for the metro to open…Annie was the greatest friend anyone could ask for and let me in to the flat at 6am (as we only had one key at this time – no worries we have two now…)and I appropriately skipped my 9am class to catch up on a few winks.
LAST WEEK
Okay – well last week was pretty full too – we went to the Ballet, which was pretty cool, a play, which was not, (we left at intermission – I mean, it had already been 2.5 hours!) danced with this pretty sweet person, and Wednesday I spent studying (or attempting to) at Le Louvre. Friday I had my first French test which I didn’t think went so well but I got a “bien” aka around a B- so not too shabby! This weekend I hotel searched for certain individuals who might be coming to visit me, went to a fondue restaurant where they serve wine in baby bottles, met Claire’s BF , and ended up racewalking in the Latin Quarter (we even have it on video). The weekend ended quite nicely as the monuments and museums of Paris are free the first Sunday of every month so Caitlin and Jackie and I went up the Towers of the Notre Dame, visited the Pantheon (home to Marie Curie and Foucault’s Pendulum (proving the rotation of the earth)), got a falafel in the Marasis, and ended the day by walking to the top of the Arc D’Triumph. Although there are definitely hard days here in Paris and days where I would much rather be anywhere else – it’s the little stuff like looking out over the entire city of Paris from the top of the Notre Dame de Paris and passing by the Eiffel Tower on my way to school that reminds me to thank God for this wonderful opportunity and to take in as much as possible as life moves just too fast…