La Vie a Paris!

My study abroad semster in Paris, training for the marathon, and travels through Europe!

Friday, June 08, 2007

The NON-Paris






Well, As i no longer live in Paris, this post should not technically fall under "La Vie a Paris" (The Life in Paris) but nevertheless I thought I would quick upload some pics for all of you losers who are still checking this blog....

Quick Recap:
My french final went AWESOME. I am 100% sure that I passed it as most of the questions were similar to "What is the opposite of hot" (the answer is froid...). Matthew arrived in Paris the for the last week and thankfully darling Claire was nice enough to venture to DeGaulle with me due to my intense dislike of airports. Saturday, after freaking out about perhaps missing our train to Germany, I took my final and sent Matthew to the new Pirates. Faked sick to get out early - got to the Gare and of course our train was delayed. Finally made it to Strasbourg and were met by our two German Lovers - Max and Axel. Spent a wonderful few days in Offenburg and even got to go to a World Cup Mountain Bike race in the rain. Came back to Paris on the start of my third decade - ended our Parisian dinning at the same restaurant where it began and then raced to the Tour to see it sparkle one last time. Said some tearful "see you laters" (thanks for putting up with that Matthew - yes, i know you're still reading this even though you were there) and then called it "study abroad". Thursday Matthew and I went to the French Open which was pretty darn sweet and then on Friday my two bags of approximately 70 and 40lbs were dragged to the airport with me. After a relatively painless 9 hour flight we arrived back on US soil and I appropriately turned on the cell phone and started making calls. Upon pulling into 2231 Glendale Rd I was suprised with a most BEAUTIFUL boquet of flowers thanks to the other half of Parisian heart - Claire Clift. Today marks one week of being back in the States which has pretty much consisted of skiing, barefooting (on to longline), graduation and graduation parties, running, and the greenhouse. Oh and girls - I think I'm breaking the five week plan...

Friday, May 18, 2007

Last one?

Hi Loves,

So this might be my last post from Paris....what a crazy thought. All is well here. Although the past week has been a little rainy - the outlook on our final week looks good. Not much new to report - have been trying to do a bit of everything before Study Abroad 2006 is over. Celebrated Jackie's 20th birthday last Friday (next up: May 29th...) and went to a new underground club with Caitlin on Wednesday. Daily activies have included picnicing, shopping, packing (crazy, i know), going to my new favorite musuem - the Marmaton (Monet's Musuem), and even seeing a few 'picture-shows' as Annie likes to call them (Jesuscamp, Irina Palm, Pur Weekend). From here on out we have the weekend, two days of class, an oral exam, a final exam, Matthew coming, quick trip to Germany, back to Paris, and home.

Wow.

I cannot wait to see each and everyone of you. It's very unsettling all this "coming home" buisness. You're not really sure where you want to be - Paris/America/Somewhere in between. I am really looking forward to coming home and getting back (or as close as possible) to "normal" but I'm also terribly sad to see this semester go.

Anyways - A few pics to hold you over until you can have the REAL me.

Love you tons,
Katy



Saturday, May 12, 2007

Guten Morgan

Since Annie is sleeping and I am enjoying a nice cup of coffee I thought I would post a few pictures.
Enjoy.

Katy and Claire enjoying the beauty of Giverny.







Claire and Caitlin AMAZED at Monet's inspiration...











Daily activity in Les Arcs



















THE HOUSE














The beach and beauties in Nice (niece...) but as Jackie would say, "Nice is not so nice...."

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Sad news

So the scary looking, "I'm the coolest man in France and thus the world" Nicolas Sarkozy won the election and thus we made it back to Paris to find it relatively calm and without riots. This is not to say people weren't rioting in their own ways - but the bastille was still not standing (it burnt after the first revolution) and thus we all have spent the last three days studying (I know!#(#?!)... But I'm no longer enjoying the internet, emails, or blogs (except for nikerunning.com and my training log) so this might not change for awhile.

Sorry Loves.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

VE Day

Off to "Les Arches" for the weekend - southern france- a city near Aix-en-Provence...
Keep your eyes on the presidental elections here...if all goes well (and by well, i mean the woman wins) the trains might strike and I could be in Provence for alot longer than i thought....

I'll make it home though.

No worries.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

The best place on earth

Okay. So this post is dedicated to Claire who I'm sure is going to copy and paste it into her own blog....
Chapter One
So this one time these four girls - we'll call them Claire, Lauren-Anne, Caitlin, and Katy (some names might have been changed for the sake of security) - these four girls, take a short vacation to the country of Switzerland. Katy and Caitlin started in Paris and were scheduled to meet the other two girls in Zermatt, Switzerland. Katy and Caitlin boarded a train at 7:44am that they thought was going to Lausanne. After riding the train for about 2.5 hours - they discover, much to their suprise, that their train is in fact heading to Zurich. They, as you might assume, do not want to go to Zurich. However, this story, my friends, turns out good. The two girls descend the train in Bern, Switzerland where they rode to Brig and then boarded the famous Glacier Express which took them to Zermatt. Before even stepping on Swiss soil Katy tells Caitlin that she's moving to Switzerland - it's seriously the best place on earth. Upon arriving in Zermatt the two girls discover that they have arrived in a good ole, down to earth, ski town. Two short hours later the rest of the troop - Claire and Lauren-Anne (we'll call her LA) also arrive in Zermatt and the four amigos (or amies) check into their hostel, eat a quick dinner, and call it an early night in order to hit the slopes early the next morn. The next morning, after renting skis and buying electronic ski passes (for each lift was manned not by people, but turnstalls that only let valid ski passes through), the girls rode two gondolas to the middle of one of the many many mountains. Zermatt is situated on the border of Switzerland and Italy and thus both countries were skiable for our heroines. After skiing Switzerland for the first half of the day, the girls caught a quick lunch atop the Swiss/Italian boarder. Apres ca, they decided to try out the Italian slopes...
Chapter Two
This is where things begin to get interesting for our fine young ladies. Katy heads off down the slope and stops about 1/4 of the way down to watch the rest of the girls make their way down the mountain. Claire and LA make their way to Katy and the girls watch Caitlin begin to slowly traverse the hill. With Caitlin working up top, LA spots an older couple on the side of the run who had fallen down - but as soon as LA moves over to check if they're okay - Caitlin's skis start to move out of control. Before you can say, "Harry Potter" Caitlin's skis are flying through the air, her poles are at the top of the mountain, and Caitlin is sliding rapidly down the hill. Katy -the first to spot Caitlin, calls to LA, who protects the old people from being destructed by Caitlin's screaming body, Claire, who eventually notices her close friend nearing the edge of a swiss Alp freezes, and eventually a French snowboarder grabs Caitlin's hand and stops her. The three girls quickly ski down to meet their friend - unsure whether to cry or to laugh and discover Caitlin herself lauging hysterically but also quite shaken up. Unable to put her skis back on, Caitlin walks the rest of the way down the mountain while Katy, Lauren-Anne, and Claire carry her skis down to the gondola. Adrenaline running, Caitlin decides to sit the rest of the sking out and the three girls spend the rest of the day (especially Katy) working on their sunglass tans. After a quick (and interesting) pizza dinner our heroines discover the Zermatt cemetary which is full of graves from the brave and daring adventurers who have attempted to climb the Matterhorn mountain, Zermatt's most famous peak. And this ended day one.
Chapter Three.
Day two of skiing started by taking a train and two gondolas to the top of what looked like a pretty good run to LA, Claire, and Katy. Upon entering the second gondola the girls realize that they were the only girls heading to what was labelled a "downhill run". After exiting the lift our heroines find themselves at 13000 vertical feet and with skiiers who seem to be attaching their skis to their backpacks and/or stepping into special combination bindings. Always up for an adventure, the girls look at eachother, pick up their skis, and follow a group of 5 Italians who seem to know where they're going. After walking along a ridge which dropped into nothing on either side for about thirty minutes, the girls run into their Italian leaders (all the while coming to terms that, much like their Matterhorn companions, their gravestones will say, "at least they died doing what they loved..."). At this moment two Italian/Swiss jets go screaming past the skier's heads - the three girls look at eachother and take a seat. Nevertheless two hours later the girls make their way to the first avalible T-bar - newly aquainted with the term, "glacier skiing". Claire and Katy decide to take the first T up the hill followed by LA; now the TBar that girls have come across is the scariest, most intense lift they have ever encountered. Approximately 1/2 up the lift something happens to Claire's and Katy's skis and the two girls find themselves sprawled across the snowy terrain. Sore from the descent LA continues up the TBar to meet Caitlin for lunch and CK make their way through some moguls to try the TBar again. This time the girls decide to take seperate T's but the story is far from over for our young Frenchspeakers. Upon nearing the stop of fall no.1 Katy hears her name being screamed like bloody murder behind her. Claire, dear Claire, is pole-less, skis dragging, being pulled up the slope, yet holding on for dearlife. To make a longstory short - the girls make it down to ANOTHER lift (both have banned T-bars for life) - finally make it to Caitlin/LA for lunch, and ski the rest of the day uneventfully. Zermatt ended for the four friends with a nice train ride to Interlaken for the continuation of the adventure.
Chapter Four
Wednesday morning the girls awoke in the infamous Balmer's hostel. Upon waking the girls find a rafting outfitter who will take the young heroines canyoning. Although unsure of exactly what canyoning is, the girls know that they want to do it and upon meeting two of the coolest swiss people ever they put on layers and layers of protective gear, traverse the swiss backcountry, and arrive at the "canyon". For the next three hours Claire, LA, Caitlin, and Katy swim, float, walk, rappel, hike, and jump off waterfall through this swiss canyon. After a wonderful four hour birthday dinner for Caitlin the week continued.
Chapter Five
The rest of the week consisted of Lauren-Anne returning to Paris to meet her parents, Caitlin voyaging to Budapest, and CK trekking/climbing Mt.Pilatus in Lucerene, Switzerland. After a 3000ft climb Claire returned to Paris and Katy travelled to Lausanne to make a pilgrimage to the International Olympic Committee and the Musee Olympic. After putting in a few miles (on the way to 100...) Katy found the Olympic musuem, spent the next hours in fascination and tears, and eventually made the long TGV ride back to Paris.
And the girls lived happily ever after.
Amen.

Monday, April 23, 2007

So i was thinking about telling you all the Switzerland story today......

and then Claire told me she was going to copy my post.

Sooooooo.

I've decided to leave her and all of you hanging a couple days longer....

Ha.
Love you!