lundi 29 août 2011

Wait...are we in Australia??

Nick departed for the land of the free and the home of the brave after our adventures in Rome while Megan and Abby continued onward to Athens! Or at least what we thought was Athens, but is apparently an Australian hotspot for travel. They were everywhere!

When we got to Athens in the afternoon is was already cooler then any time of day we witnessed in Rome, so our spirits were high. This, combined with the fact that we were staying at the coolest hostel in Athens (run by Australians of course), was a sure sign that we were really going to enjoy our time in Greece.

The first evening was spent eating Gyros (of course!), meeting the woman that would play Abby in a Greek movie about her life, watching the sunset over the Acropolis from the rooftop bar of our hostel, and meeting our new roommates (Australian, obvi).

Our hostel offered a walking tour in the mornings as well and so we, five Australians, two southern Asians, and one Frenchwomen set off with our Greek guide to see all of the famous sites around Greece. It was very interesting and informative. We saw the Acropolis, stood on Mars Hill, saws old Greek and Roman ruins, the old Olympic stadium, the changing of the guard at Parliament, and the riot police! We asked our guide if there was a riot going on and he said that we were in Athens, so probably. Lucky for us, like the rest of Europe, dissatisfied Greeks take August off, so we did not have any trouble with strikes or riots.

We also made the 45 minute tram ride down to the Mediterranean! The beach was a pebble beach but the water was not too cold. Unlike the beach in France, there were no waves here so if you swam out from where other people were you could see the sea floor 10 feet beneath you as floated effortlessly in VERY salty water. There were little fish and naked Greek children. Livin' the dream.

When we weren't adventuring, eating Gyros, or siesta-ing, we did a lot of shopping. There were streets full of cool shops that we spent hours perusing. One of our very sickly (and Australian) roommates told us where the big store shopping district was and so we hit up all of the trendy stores as well.

Our second to last night in Athens was spent hiking a nearby hill to watch the sunset. You could see all of Athens and a lot of the Greek isles as well. It was pretty amazing! Our final night was spent at the McDonalds in the Athens airport where we struggled to stay awake until our early morning flights departed.

I sadly left a very sleepy Abby at 4:30am to attempt to check in at the most inefficient airline counter I have ever been at (unaided by the fact that Europeans do not know how to form lines). My adventures took me to Zurich for 5 hours (which is apparently in Switzerland and not Germany) where I was confused into spending $18 on a Burger King meal and pulled out of security twice for special screening. Next off to Chicago for another 6 hours where I thankfully had use of my cell phone to pass the time. Finally to Denver where I met my family and stayed in a hotel before driving the 4.5 hour drive home. Needless to say, it was a long travel stint. In the end, of course, it was all worth it as these last six weeks have been some of the craziest and funnest of my life. I made some amazing friends and had some incredible adventures!

Although my Eurotrip ends here, Little Abraham (abby) continued on to London where she undoubtedly will have many adventures of her own to share with you!

Much love,

samedi 27 août 2011

Paris refuses to be posted.

Our avid blog followers will note that, in following our travels on your push pin board maps (which I'm sure all of you are undoubtedly doing) we appear to have lost several days of Paris travel in the transition from real world to blog world. That would be Megan's fault. However, we can also lay blame on the fact that the instructions were in Greek (literally) and I was attempting to blog from my phone. So let us travel back in time to our pre-Rome excursion as I blog about these 2 days of our lives for the third time.

When we last left you, Nick, Abby and Megan had just lost the wenchiest French Wench with Clarin's departure at some ungodly early hour. Lacking the ugly faces and dance moves of our best fourth, we continued our travels with a slightly less pony-wanting trio. We spent our first day set loose in Paris with those who remained of our group. It was a relaxing day; we sat in the park watching Bryant try (and SUCCEED!!) to catch pigeons with his bare hands. Next we wandered down by the river to watch the Parisians pretend that they have a beach. Left over pool trauma from the south of France made us all nervous to be so close to water, but luckily none of us were thrown in (or in Abby's case, bounced of the curb and then thrown in). After we grew tired of the river we took over a Starbucks basement (our God given right as Seattlites) for several hours. There we reminisced about the trip and discussed the inner workings of SPU politics (the scandal!!). Finally it was time to say goodbye to some more friends. We left Eric with some parting complaints ("Eric, it's too hot, turn off the sun!") and headed to the Westin, in which we sneakily fit 5 people into a room meant for 2.

Our final day in Paris was spent taking full advantage of the metro system. We picnicked under the Eiffel where the best business tactics are to shout out random American associations like, "Lady Gaga, Bling bling," or to pick pocket travelers such as ourselves. We also went to a huge graveyard where lots of famous people are buried and it eternally looks like Halloween. The Shakespeare and Company Bookstore also filled up much of our time as we perused its shelves and it quickly became our favorite bookstore (you would've loved it Em). We went back to the Montmartre steps to watch the sunset and made friends with an Italian musician and his Georgian (like the country) assassin manager. We finished the evening wandering around a Parisian carnival across the street from our hotel. In classic carnival fashion, it was grossly overpriced so we just ate snacks and walked around. Because of our early wake up call in the morning, we went to bed while our friends continued their evening, enjoying their last night of Parisian night life.

We awoke the next morning at 5am and made our way to Rome that day without much trouble. Note that we flew on Niki Airlines, the trendiest way to fly. Our pilot had a fauxhawk, the flight attendants wore weans and trendy blazers, and they played Flo Rida as we landed in Vienna for our layover. Hella swanky to be sure.

This post is a loving memory of Clarin Joy McDonald, a tragic loss to the French Wench travel team

mardi 23 août 2011

wench in rome. . .

Everyone knows the saying "when in rome, do as the romans do." what we didnt know however, is that in august, What the romans do is get the hell out of rome, so nick, Megan andt i were on our own with this one.

We arrived in rome right on time and took a shuttle straight to our hostel because "we deserved it." by the time we ventured out into the streets to find pizza the sun had gone down and we walked around our new favorite city for hours admiring countless huge ancient things.

In the morning our infatuation with rome was shattered when we realised that rome is about 150 degrees and 200% humidity at all times. And the city is about a million people past capacity. Basically the entire city is a huge fire code violation. We quickly learned that rome is best at night, or with a gelato in hand.

We didnt let the heat stop us though. We trekked through the collosium, roman forum, palentine hill and a bunch of other old marble stuff on our first day. There are no wordsbto describe how hot it was other than if the smith family had been there, we would be playing minigolf (jones, brehm, smith florida shoutout.)

we also spent a day at the vatican in which we climbed 550 stairs to the top of st. Peters basilica for a beautiful view of the city, spent some time in the air conditioned vatican museum, and were herded like cattle through the sistine chapel. Quite the holy experience. Megan and abby also had some trouble getting into the vatican due to their skirt lengths. (what hussies) but they were soon taught by vatican security that modest truly is hottest.

The rest of our time was spent in more museums, shopping, siesta-ing, eating delicious pizza, night walking, day dreaming of smoothies and free wifi, filling up water bottles from national monuments, playing masho and love fortune, and a fatefull ride on the 64 bus of which we do not speak of but reminds us that no matter what happens, there was always a time when life was worse.

Finally i would like to give a special thank you to the man who made our trip. You got us free wine, taught us how to skip long lines, and how to protect ourselves from pickpockets. Rick Steves we salute you.

samedi 20 août 2011

Paris, London, even Tokyo.

Due to increased amounts of peer pressure, I am now writing to you about our last days in Paris and my wild adventures back home to the US of A.

Our last night in St. Maximin, once again, was celebrated with dancing, singing, packing, cleaning (we only had 12 hours before we left so we had to clean pretty quickly), Scottish girls in short dresses attempting the worm (author's note: this never ends well), and Liz Davis going all "high school P.E teacher" on us. We were going to miss the South of France, but were anxious to get to Paris. We fell asleep way to late for our 7 am wake up call in the morning, but were all thankful for the 3 hour train ride/nap to Paris. We arrived in Paris and took the metro to our hostel, which is quite a feat when you are traveling with 25 people, all with luggage, who don't really know where they're going. Over the course of two days in Paris we got to go to so many cool places: the Arc de Triomphe, the Pantheon, Napoleon's Tomb, Notre Dame, The Louvre, Museum Orsay, Sac le'Coeur, The Moulin Rouge, etc. etc. I'm probably missing a few, but all of these places were absolutely amazing. The amount of history that Paris holds was breathtaking. Not to mention that the fashion was jungle chic, the benches were nap-worthy, and Monet's paintings could be admired for hours on end. At the end of our two days, we spent the night underneath the lit up Eiffel Tower and we all dreaded the fact that our France trip would officially end the next day and that we wouldn't have the privilege of living with this fine group of people in France anymore. We said our goodbyes and made plans for a reunion party ASAP. Then the French Wench did the hardest thing since trying to make Nick write a blog post: said goodbye to me. Breaking up the members of the French Wench is just unnatural. It's like not having baguettes for breakfast or Dr. Davis without his aqua sweater.... it just shouldn't be allowed. And yet, it had to be done.

In short, my 48 hours of traveling back home were.....hell. Okay, not actually that bad.... but by far the longest 2 days of my life. I had an 18 hour layover in Amsterdam, where I realized that reading maps in Dutch isn't as hard as it seems. I worked my way to the Ann Frank house, which was something I have always wanted to do. It was amazing. I indulged in some Dutch pancakes, then headed back to the airport, which would be my home for the next 10 hours. The next day consisted of ridiculously high priced airport food, not enough sleep, four different planes, sleeping through the boarding of my Seattle to Spokane flight, waking up at 10:55 pm when my flight was at 11, the airline have to reopen the plane for me to get on, and finally arriving back home at midnight on the 17th. Being home, has never felt so good. And there ends the travels of this lonely French Wench. Keep posted for the stories of the other wenches who are currently in Rome.

you know you love me,


vendredi 12 août 2011

I want a Pony!

We understand that this is becoming a trend, but we once again apologize for our lack of blogging. This time we have a real excuse, our internet is about as sturdy as a house of cards, one blow from caving in. I have never missed dial up internet as much as I do now. Or as much as we did last night, the night before our final when we realized we didn't have access to spark notes or online chapter summaries of the books we didn't have time to read between all the tanning and pool-partying we have been forced to do.

Anyways, we will attempt to catch you up before the internet crashes again.

Saturday morning we took the bus to the Uzes Market, where Clarin continued her quest for floral pants. The Market was huge and crowded and would probably be really impressive to a group of students who don't live miles away from Pike Place in downtown Seattle. Saturday night we went back into town to watch the parade. The parade was literally a freak parade with flying jellyfish, ribbon dancers trapped in huge balloons, bollywood dancers, and a huge robotic elephant that sprayed the crowd with water. Although we insisted Dr. Davis was not to pick us up until at least midnight, we were begging to be picked up at 9:30. When we got back to the house, the rain started. We thought it rained hard in Honefluer. We were mistaken. There was a flash flood on the pool deck, thunder and lightning, and a leak in the roof convienently right above Abby's Pillow. It was a rough night for everyone.

Sunday the rain continued, and since there is only one room in the house that has wifi, and really just only one common room in the house, it is needless to say everyone was suffering from cabin fever by the time the rain stopped. We watched some movies and actually got some school reading done. That night, Abby taught Dr. Davis to go "bat fishing" by swinging socks and stockings above his head. After realizing that no bats were being attracted, yet everyone was laughing, we think it is safe to say Abby will be getting docked a few points on her final.

This week we've been on two excursions. The first was to Avingnon where we visited the French Papal Palace and spent hours shopping and eating Gelato. The second was to Lo Beyuex, which was a midevil fortified city. We were highly encouraged to dress warmly, so luckily we were wearing sweatshirts on our hike up a mountain in 95 degree heat. The view was spectacular though.

Wednesday night Dr. Davis invited a group of traveling gyspsies to perform for us and a group of others from the town we are staying in. We've discussed how we would describe this night to you, but we think Katy Perry says it best in her poetic lyrics "last Wednesday night, yea we danced on table tops, and we took too many shots, i think we kissed but i forgot. It's a Blacked-out blur but I'm pretty sure it ruled. Yea!" 

The rest of our time has been spent by the pool, and in class. The growing closeness of our group is symbolized by the number of people that get thrown in the pool each hour. There have only been a few casualties, including a huge bruise on Abby's hip, and Nick's unfortunate encounter with a very oily Liz.

We have finally finished all of our finals and are ready to celebrate our last night in the South of France before going to Paris tomorrow! We can't believe that our trip is coming to an end!

Also, Nick has promised to buy Abby a Pony, which is great news. We will look for one in Paris

samedi 6 août 2011

Bull Snap (title dedicated to the Hogue Household)

The French Wench would like to formally apologize for the lack of blog posts lately. The French Wench would like to blame these lack of posts on the 98 degree weather in which causes us to do nothing but lay by the pool, and let's also blame it on Megan Hogue because she is always a good person to blame things on, especially when she is busy getting her bangs cut while she forces me to write this post.

In our last episode we left you on the edge of your seats on our kayaking adventure. We have had many adventures since then.

1. Pool Party Extravaganza: Amanda (the owner of our villa) is a party animal. Tuesday night we were all sitting around hanging out and all of a sudden we hear loud music and singing. Amanda is down by the pool dancing provocatively (mind you she is 65 years old) and singing loudly (mind you it's hotter than helena out so the amount of clothes is minimal). We then all proceed to  have a dance along with her, and then one thing led to another, someone threw someone in the pool, and before you know it, we are all in the pool, loving life. Then the neighbors came and told us we were being too loud and we had to stop. But it was a great night nonetheless. (and we've learned some new dance moves)

2. The Mediterranean Sea: we spent ALL day on Wednesday at the Mediterranean Sea. Let's talk about how beautiful it was shall we. Holy cow. Blue/ Green/warm water, white sand, big waves, hot sun, and gelato. It was a perfect day. And none of us got sunburned! It's a Christmas miracle. It was a great first trip to the Mediterranean for all.

2. Arles: We went to a town 45 minutes away called Arles. Unfortunately sweet Megan didn't come along with us because she was feeling a wee bit sick and didn't feel like gallivanting around the colonial countryside all day. This was the hottest day of our lives and we were walking around the town looking at old roman colosseums and sweating profusely. Luckily, Dr. Davis gave us money to buy gelato. Nothing better than gelato you don't have to pay for. We went shopping in the cute shops around Arles and some of us made some purchases that are tres france.

3. Bull fighting: Last night we had the opportunity to witness a small town, friday night, bull fighting event. We crammed 24 people into two 5 passenger cars (quite a feat i might add) and drove 10 minutes away to the neighboring town of uves. It was one of the most hilarious things we have ever seen. They release a bull into the arena and men "try" to prove their "manhood" by catching the bull's attention and then running away from it to jump the fence and try to not get trampled. Unfortunately our dear friend Justin (aka Cap'n) could not escape the bull's wrath and got "trampled" (aka lost his footing and fell and the bull stepped over him, and a tiny scrape resulted). Nick also got in the ring and did manly things like stand behind the fence and plank in the middle of the arena whilst the bull left the arena. The night was a hilarious success and who doesn't love a good ol' bull fight?

Tonight we get to go to the running of the bulls in the streets, so you can look forward to hearing stories of that in our next post. And good news, I was promised there would be sheep there :) numz.

also, sorry no pics. our internet is not so hot currently.

you know you love me,

French Wench.

lundi 1 août 2011

Failing at Poolside Charades

Where we last left you: Midterms complete and mad-packing done...ish. Ensues our final night in Honfleur. We had pizza for dinner (which seems insignificant except that we LOVE pizza so it was the best thing eva!!) We went out and took our final pictures in Honfleur, reminiscing on the good times, and forgetting the fact that we spent the majority of the first week hiding from the rain inside playing cards. Around midnight we all decided that it was a brilliant idea to go to the beach. After some logistical sorting we finally made it to the was a good night! Unfortunately someone locked the door back at the villa and hid the key in some black hole of things you will never find. Being 3am, we were keen to go to bed and ended up scaling walls and hedges and wrought iron spiked topped fences to break into our own home. We couldn't just wake someone up because the door is deadlocked in a way that you are locked both in and out unless there is a key. It was an eventful night.

The internet here is r...i...d...i...c...u....l....o....u...s...l....y slow so this is the only picture you get for now...but know that we have lots more and that Nick is in them.

The next morning we were awoken (some of us more forceably then others--sleepy Clarin). More packing and repacking and cleaning and recleaning later we all trooped down with our entire months luggage through town to the bus station. Lucky for us, it was market day so there were lots of people in the streets to laugh at the silly Americans struggling to lug their giant backpacks over cobblestone streets. A 2 1/2 hour bus ride to Paris, a 2  hour wait in the train station and a 2 1/2 hour dare or darer filled train ride we finally made it St. Maximin. It is a suuuuper small village but we don't mind because we are staying at an AMAZING villa!

Our first day at the villa was spent poolside. Literally. It was a complete vacation day. Topped off with a shrimp dinner and world class musicians that played all evening as we danced the night away. This day has been unreal.

Today we had class, which is held outside because it is so warm here. After lunch we went Kayaking down a river under some ancient aquaducts. We splashed and jumped off cliffs and had a fantastic time. We are now completely exhausted and hanging out by the pool. Abby and Nick are unsuccessfully guessing what Clarin is charade-ing....obviously she is miming headless chicken...or something to that effect.

And that's where we are at. Nighty night readers (or if you are particularly avid blog followers, this would be a good morning)

The French Wench

vendredi 29 juillet 2011

Shout out to Amy Cole! (Wait what'd you just say?) 

The past few days have been relatively uneventful but sunshine has made up for it. On Wednesday we traveled for the last time (thank the lord) on our little red bus to the city of Bayeux. In Bayeux we saw a tapestry depicting the only time England was ever conquered. Most of us only lasted through the first half of the audio tour, but at least we stuck it out longer than Dr. Davis who got bored and quit after 5 minutes.

We also saw another old cathedral in Bayeux, which was intricate and amazing, but we are slowly learning that a french cathedral, is a french cathedral, is a french cathedral. Highlights of this excursion included making ugly faces with our fellow travelers, speaking in British accents, and catching up on celeb. gossip with Dr. Davis. 
(Dr. Davis' impression of an English solider)

The Sunshine has finally arrived so have spent our nights watching the sunset on the beach over the English Channel and have discovered the roof top of our villa. Our nights have also included some painful and unnecessarily long games of Mofia, and pretending to study for the midterms we took today. You've never taken a midterm until you've taken one in a living room with 20 other people while Davis tries to explain the questions to you as he makes them up on the spot. 

Now we are packing up our villa and getting ready to celebrate the end of midterms and our last night in Honfleur. We are excited for our next two weeks by the pool and on the Mediterranean beach in the South  of France but we are sad to leave our little fishing town and can't believe our trip is almost half way over!

mardi 26 juillet 2011

America the Beautiful

I sat down to blog, turned my itunes onto shuffle and the first two songs were Pretty Boy Swag and Kiss Me through the Phone, so obviously I'm having a hard time thinking clearly in between dance moves. But if Soulja Boy is teaching me one thing, it's that I miss you, I miss you, I really wanna kiss you but I can't. (and that is directed towards all of our avid blog readers,...and more of like a European kiss on the cheek than like, a kiss kiss.) But seriously, we all miss you and wish you were all here gallivanting around the colonial countryside courtin' trouble with us.

Anyways, onward Christian soldier to what has happened these last few days. On Sunday, the weather was relatively nice. aka it wasn't raining profusely, and the sky was a muted shade of gray instead of black. In celebration, and because we were all sick of wearing the same pair of pants, all of us girls decided to wear our sun dresses and go down to the Honfleur beaches. By the time we got down to the beach it was actually pretty warm and we played around on the beach for a couple hours. The sand was beautiful, the water blue, the dogs were cute, and fun was had by all. 

We then ventured on home for an optional required movie for our Darwinism class. Fitting 15 people into our small living room all huddled around a computer screen makes for the best kind of movie watching scenario. Throw in Davis' technology skillz and hearing abilities and it makes for a great night. We then watched Saving Private Ryan in preparation for Monday's excursion to the D-day beaches. 

The trip to Normandy has been, by far, our favorite place we have been to. We first went to Omaha beach, which was the largest of the D-Day assault areas. The Americans suffered 2,400 casualties on Omaha on June 6, 1944. Overcoming many mistakes and problems, the Americans managed to defeat the Germans and secure the beach. If the D-Day attack hadn't worked, the Allied Forces would have been forced to make a deal with Germany, and would be unable to regain Europe. Being able to stand on the same beach that so many heroes of our country fought for and lost their lives, was an unreal experience. Not to mention that Omaha beach is an absolutely beautiful beach. It was hard to picture it as once a bloody battlefield. We then walked through the cemetery of fallen soldiers. The cemetery stretched for, what seemed like, forever. Standing amongst these fallen heroes really made us all proud to be Americans. 

View of Omaha Beach from above

Omaha Beach

The cemetery 

We then travelled to Pointe du Hoc, which was the perfect cliff top position for the Germans to set up heavy artillery to attack against the incoming Allied Forces. Having several bomb attacks fail, the US rangers decided to climb up the cliffs from below on D-Day in order to take them out. The rangers literally used rope ladders to climb up the cliff. And they miraculously succeeded. Here, and at Omaha beach, we were all surprised at how wide open these places were. American soldiers were sitting ducks for the German soldiers waiting for them up on higher ground. And yet, somehow they managed to be successful. It truly is incredible. This excursion was inspiring, encouraging, and gave us plenty of reason to burst out in the Star Spangled Banner loud and proud. 

Cliffs at Pointe du Hoc

We finished up the night hitting up downtown Honfleur for some gelato and crepes, and came back to the villa for a successful showing of Paranormal Activity 2. Why is it 10 times scarier in a foreign country? Today has consisted of falling asleep in class, fulfilling our craving of Diet Coke with lime, and blogging. Au Revoir from France!

you know you love me,

French Wench. 

samedi 23 juillet 2011

Watchin you watchin me I go all out!

Good evening avid blog followers (Emily)! The reason we haven't blogged in so long is because Nick was spending several days coming up with this gem of a haiku:

French clubs rainy sweat
Rides flowin like hot bubbles
Asleep in mid-seat

Since we last blogged, we have spent several days sitting in class. The harsh reality of actually having to study is softened by the fact that we hide out in the in the back of the class on the comfy couches. The highlight of our class days are the amazing meals that are made for us. We eat like French kings (before they were all beheaded).

The sunny weather we were promised this week never actually showed up so what time we don't spend eating and sitting in class, we have spent playing cards and visiting with our fellow travelers to avoid torrential downpours. However, we have spent days exploring the town and even a pro-status game of four on four basketball despite Noah-esque rain showers.

On Friday we went on our second excursion to Monet's house. We walked through his amazingly huge garden that inspired a lot of his works and through his house. The most important thing we learned was that Monet was a total B.A. with an awesome beard! After Monet's garden we travelled to the city of Rouen. Not only is Rouen home to the trial and burning place of Joan of Arc (another historical B.A.), it also houses the Rouen Cathedral that Monet painted. The place was HUGE and amazing. The stonework was so detailed we could hardly believe that it was built so long ago. We took pictures with stone saints and accidently joined a tour group adventuring into the offlimits basement of the building until the tour guide unceremoniously kicked us out...oops, American is as American does I suppose...

                                                  Monet's house

                                Clarin posing a la Joan of Arc (notice the middle part)

                                           Rouen Cathedral

On the bus (we American sized students highly dislike the French sized bus, but we are getting used to it) ride home we discovered that Flo Rida was playing a show in the next town over. Conveniently it also happened to be the night that we had planned on celebrating Megan's 21st Birthday, which had been on Thursday. So that night, Dr. Davis graciously caravanned 11 of us out to a mansion club in the middle of nowhere. It was half an hour away so we, being in the second wave of the caravan, didn't arrive until after 1am. The place however was, comment dites-vous "poppin!" It was apparently the "rich kids club" in Northern France. As we waited in line to enter a mansion barely muffling a heavy base beat we were surrounded by Mustangs and Ferraris. Nick was wearing a tank top and wasn't allowed to enter until he put on a sweatshirt. We were waaaay under dressed, but in a place with this much swank it is hard not to be. The inside of the club was even more out of control. There were several large rooms, dance floors, chandeliers, raised areas, hot tubs (which we wouldn't dare enter), strobe lights, and champagne bottles that quite literarily had flaming flares strapped to the top. We, and about 8 thousand French youths (an exageration yes, but the place was packed) danced to a few techno beats before Flo Rida came on. He played all of his hits and it was OUT OF CONTROL. He finished with "Club Can't Even Handle Me Right Now" coincidently the theme song of Megan's year and a great Birthday finale!

We left the club in the wee hours of the morning. Dr. Davis, being the amazing man that he is, had slept in the car to wait to bring us home. The four of us ended up in the second wave once again so we were waiting in the parking lot. A friendly French security guard came to practice his english with us and likely to keep us safe. He is a twenty year old soccer playing architecture student. He speaks French, German, Persian, and English. He became our new friend and totally made the hour long wait worth it. We finally got home at 5:30am, it was a crazy night.

Since then we have eaten more baguettes, continued hanging out with our fellow travelers, spent time teaching the French how to Dougie, and witnessed a French attempt at a Fiesta. Our adventures continue with the hopes that we will find the motivation to pick up our text books again soon =)

PS. we finally have pictures!!! yay. here's some we think you may find enjoyable.
                            Downtown Honfleur. It's like Disneyland...only real

                                               Our villa in Honfleur

mardi 19 juillet 2011

p(hon) de (fluer)

Saturday Morning Clarin, Abby, Megan, and Nick (blogger enthusiast) arrived in Honfluer. Although Dr. Davis told us to bring only shorts and tank-tops, there has been nothing but torrential rains.

Our adventures have included personality gardens, (apparently it only takes 2 statues to constitute a personality garden) wandering around town looking at the cute french-speaking dogs and watching the USA women's soccer team choke in the final shoot out of the World Cup.

We started classes on Monday, and struggle to stay awake on the coaches in the back of the room in-between Dr. Davis's insightful comments on life such as "they're smoking marijuana? Good! Now we're getting somewhere!"

Today we went to Mont St. Michele, a castle masquerading as a church surrounded by water. We couldn't find any sunday school classrooms but Clarin did get in some epic planking and we survived the tides that move "faster than a galloping horse."

P.S. sorry we can't upload any pictures. We made a compact to not upload pictures since it slows down the internet, and since Clarin has already caused one power-outage since we've been here, we figure we will stick to this one.

samedi 16 juillet 2011

Date Night in Paris

Obviously, Abby and Clarin purposely chose to arrive a day early so that they could spend what would be their first date in the most romantic place on Earth, the Holiday Inn nearest the Charles de Gualle Airport. Abby arrived first in Paris and proceeded to wait for Clarin to get here. Clarin arrived an hour later than originally planned and was anxious to see Abby's face (considering we neglecting to really set up a place to meet, so we were relying on luck and intuition) on the other side of baggage claim. The thing about baggage claim, is that in order to claim your luggage, the luggage needs to be there in the first place. Turns out Clarin's luggage was lost somewhere in the airport and they didn't know where it was. So Clarin decided to hopefully pick up the luggage the next day at the airport. Thankfully she was given a free shirt from Air France so now her trendiness was upped a level. Abby's beautiful face was indeed in the right place at the right time, so her and Clarin were at last reunited. We spent our first night together eating caesar salad and watching 7th Heaven dubbed over in French (can you think of anything more romantic?) 

We are currently sitting in our hotel room with the one and only Megan Hogue laying at the foot of our bed and we are waiting to head back to the airport to (hopefully) pick up Clarin's luggage, meet up with the rest of the group, and head up north to Honfleur.