Around the world, humans have recently experienced examples of what can only be described as an animal uprising:
instance 1:
Brigette is brutally attacked by a pigeon on the way home from class. Luckily she survived, walking away with only emotion scarring.
instance 2:
Cats pee on all of Jamie's posessions, including her purse, pillow, and floor.
instance 3:
Sting ray jumps out of the ocean and hits woman on a boat in the face, killing her. (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,340009,00.html)
instance 4:
Young lion jumps 4 meter fence in France and attacks a 4 year old girl.
instance 5:
2 Cheetahs attack woman in Florida wildlife reserve
(time.com)
instance 6:
My horse in Camargue tries to roll me over
Monday, March 31, 2008
Arles has a licking problem and the animal uprising.
This past weekend we took a trip to Arles, Tarascon, and Camargue. It was pretty awesome, it seems like every excursion we go on gets more and more incredible.
Saturday morning we left pretty early and drove to Tarascon where we went to a Suleado factory, where the fabric is made. That was pretty interesting, but nothing too exciting. We saw a chateau, but I’ve decided that when they’re not really decorated to look like they did when they were being lived in, they all kind of start to look the same.
Chateau
Artsy Fartsy in the Chateau
This is how Chateaus can make you feel
We left for Arles to grab lunch before heading off to a bullfight. This particular arena was one of maybe 2 in the area that didn’t kill the bulls during the fight, which is why I chose to go, plus it was already paid for. The fight was pretty fun to watch for the first few minutes but after that it was no longer interesting and my attention was turned to my impending tan lines and my ipod.
So Close
Back to Arles to check into the hotels where Anjuli, Brigette, Jamie, and I dropped off our things in our room and headed off to explore the city, which was beautiful at dusk. It was during that time that we saw the café that van Gogh painted in Starry Night. We rendez-vous(ed) at the hotel to walk to the Bohemian restaurant where we enjoyed a meal complete with serenade and flamenco dancer. That was pretty incredible but also awkward because it’s always weird looking into someone’s eyes when they are singing The Gypsy Kings to you (who by the way, ARE from Arles). The night ended with girl time in the hotel room with Madame Maribeau and her taro card readings.
van Gogh cafe
Old Ampitheatre
Flamenco Dancer
Madame Maribeau
My cards, not bad.
Sunday morning we awoke to a lackluster breakfast: carbs, carbs and coffee. The bus drove us to a bull ranch where we saw the bulls herded and enjoyed the most incredible meal I’ve eaten thus far: salad, ratatouille, Camargue rice, fromage du chevre, apple tart, and du café. Once we were all filled to the brim with delicousness, we took the bus to St. Somewhere in Camargue where we stayed for about an hour and walked around until the bus took us to a horse ranch to go horse back riding in the marshes. I absolutely love horseback riding, but I’ve come to discover that I don’t think the horses really like me. Maybe it was because it was the end of the day, or maybe it was because the horse was part of the animal uprising conspiracy (thank you Jamie), but my horse was anal and ended up trying to roll while I was still on its back. Thankfully I’m not afraid of horses and I’m used to being abused by them so I just jumped off and everything was fine.
At the bull ranch
A real life cowboy
a bulding in a field
Anjuli and I waiting to see the bulls
Sepia toned
This how I feel when I close to bulls with horns
Camargue
Me and Joe, the demon horse
Overall this weekend was incredible and it only emphasized the point that CEA is the most incredible study abroad program ever created.
In other news, my translation professor died last Thursday due to crise cardiaque (heart attack.) He was the happiest French man that I’ve ever met and we’ll miss him and his British accent thoroughly.
Saturday morning we left pretty early and drove to Tarascon where we went to a Suleado factory, where the fabric is made. That was pretty interesting, but nothing too exciting. We saw a chateau, but I’ve decided that when they’re not really decorated to look like they did when they were being lived in, they all kind of start to look the same.
Chateau
Artsy Fartsy in the Chateau
This is how Chateaus can make you feel
We left for Arles to grab lunch before heading off to a bullfight. This particular arena was one of maybe 2 in the area that didn’t kill the bulls during the fight, which is why I chose to go, plus it was already paid for. The fight was pretty fun to watch for the first few minutes but after that it was no longer interesting and my attention was turned to my impending tan lines and my ipod.
So Close
Back to Arles to check into the hotels where Anjuli, Brigette, Jamie, and I dropped off our things in our room and headed off to explore the city, which was beautiful at dusk. It was during that time that we saw the café that van Gogh painted in Starry Night. We rendez-vous(ed) at the hotel to walk to the Bohemian restaurant where we enjoyed a meal complete with serenade and flamenco dancer. That was pretty incredible but also awkward because it’s always weird looking into someone’s eyes when they are singing The Gypsy Kings to you (who by the way, ARE from Arles). The night ended with girl time in the hotel room with Madame Maribeau and her taro card readings.
van Gogh cafe
Old Ampitheatre
Flamenco Dancer
Madame Maribeau
My cards, not bad.
Sunday morning we awoke to a lackluster breakfast: carbs, carbs and coffee. The bus drove us to a bull ranch where we saw the bulls herded and enjoyed the most incredible meal I’ve eaten thus far: salad, ratatouille, Camargue rice, fromage du chevre, apple tart, and du café. Once we were all filled to the brim with delicousness, we took the bus to St. Somewhere in Camargue where we stayed for about an hour and walked around until the bus took us to a horse ranch to go horse back riding in the marshes. I absolutely love horseback riding, but I’ve come to discover that I don’t think the horses really like me. Maybe it was because it was the end of the day, or maybe it was because the horse was part of the animal uprising conspiracy (thank you Jamie), but my horse was anal and ended up trying to roll while I was still on its back. Thankfully I’m not afraid of horses and I’m used to being abused by them so I just jumped off and everything was fine.
At the bull ranch
A real life cowboy
a bulding in a field
Anjuli and I waiting to see the bulls
Sepia toned
This how I feel when I close to bulls with horns
Camargue
Me and Joe, the demon horse
Overall this weekend was incredible and it only emphasized the point that CEA is the most incredible study abroad program ever created.
In other news, my translation professor died last Thursday due to crise cardiaque (heart attack.) He was the happiest French man that I’ve ever met and we’ll miss him and his British accent thoroughly.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
aixellent adventures and where i habitet
My favorite part of the house, the window on the staircase
The living room where I've sat approx. once.
Door to the patio
dining room
kitchen
Spices are so provencal.
There’s a ghost in my room that prevents me from taking clear pictures. She has short wavy blond hair that comes to her chin and she wears a red turtleneck.
The view from my window
Paella feast in the parc jourdan.
Anj aimes the paella too
The most amazing library in the CEA office.
The "other" parc
Dans the rue
Parc Jourdan
Maddog at the market, ma beaute
The living room where I've sat approx. once.
Door to the patio
dining room
kitchen
Spices are so provencal.
There’s a ghost in my room that prevents me from taking clear pictures. She has short wavy blond hair that comes to her chin and she wears a red turtleneck.
The view from my window
Paella feast in the parc jourdan.
Anj aimes the paella too
The most amazing library in the CEA office.
The "other" parc
Dans the rue
Parc Jourdan
Maddog at the market, ma beaute
oy gevalt
It’s been far too long since I’ve posted something with pictures so today I suppose I will.
Amsterdam, my new love, one day I will move there. Even in the dreariest of weather the city was beautiful. The canals ran throughout the city and the architecture was absolutely incredible.
We arrived on Saturday morning. After waking up at 3:45 to make it to the bus station in time to catch the bus to Marseilles airport, the 10 of us flew (survoler) to Eindhoven from which we took a 2 hour trip on a double-decker bus to Amsterdam, the city of dreams and insanity. We decided once we got there to find our hotels and rendez-vous around 5:30 so we had some time to rest. Lyndsay and I walked in the cold attempting to navigate while exploring the city that we instantly fell in love with. After about two hours we stumbled upon our gem of hotel. Now, when I say gem I mean it in the most ironic sense because this place was a hellhole. From the outside it slightly resembled the Hollywood Tower Hotel, better known as the Tower of Terror in Disney’s MGM studio in Orlando Florida. We were given our key which led to the attic where we found the smallest room, with the smallest twin bed I have ever had to sleep in with another person.
Lyndsey's reaction:
After hours of Room Raiders subtitled in Dutch, we ventured into the cold to meet up with the other ladies. The 8 of us decided to go to the Anne Frank house which was a far walk but incredible. It was surprisingly large. Alas, it was a museum and the place was packed tight. We, along with thousands of others, toured the annex like salmon swimming in a pack, stopping to see the preserved documents and Frank family height charts. As a child I was nearly obsessed with Anne Frank, as my mother will attest to, and so my plan was to observe the space in a silent reverence, taking in every emotion that the space evoked. This did not sit well with the parents who decided to bring their crying, obnoxious children. Can I just say now that if you are a parent and you decide to visit a city, DO NOT plan on going to anything where people will be trying to be pensive, it’s annoying and your 3 year old will not benefit from the experience and chances are you will be embarrassed when your child starts yelling to his friend about the girl whose finger got cut off in a door while onlookers stare maliciously.
After Anne Frank we went to dinner at an Italian (mafia?) restaurant. It was well deserved and delicious. As the blizzard stirred outside, we devoured Italian deliciousness indoors
Sunday was, as you all know, Easter Sunday. This holy day would not be complete without a church service thus after a breakfast over Pokemon in Dutch, Lyndsay and I ventured into a Dutch church where we fabricated dialogue in English to match the moving lips of the foreigners. It was pretty amazing, the people were friendly and we sang (in Dutch) songs that we knew in english. After the service we rushed to meet Marisa, Anjuli, Jamie, and Brigette at the van Gogh museum where we spent 2 hours and 7,50 € I’m going to be honest when I say it was a bit underwhelming. Once again tourism created a sense of closterphobia and I was unable to fully intake the wonder of it all. I did however enjoy a floor full of Van Gogh’s sketches and letters to his brother, which I read in French. For lunch we stopped at a Bollywood resto from wonderful Indian cuisine and a friendly waiter. Shopping was the obvious choice to pass the time until we had to meet with some friends at a pancake house. As you may notice, pretty much all of our excursions consist of a little bit of sightseeing, a fair amount of shopping, and a whole lot of eating; in order to fully appreciate a culture you must appreciate the cuisine, or at least that’s what we say. Needless to say, the pancakes were absolutely delectable and the conversation about the overproduction of dairy products in the 80’s was delightful.
Monday morning we checked out of the hotel and wandered the city until we met up with the other 4 for lunch at Hansel and Gretel’s pancake house (yes, pancakes again, they were that good.) Lyndsey and I decided to pass up another overpriced museum tour to explore the city. More shopping was done and the trip ended wonderfully. I wish I could finish this with something interesting, but alas I am out of words. Images will have to suffice.
Amsterdam, my new love, one day I will move there. Even in the dreariest of weather the city was beautiful. The canals ran throughout the city and the architecture was absolutely incredible.
We arrived on Saturday morning. After waking up at 3:45 to make it to the bus station in time to catch the bus to Marseilles airport, the 10 of us flew (survoler) to Eindhoven from which we took a 2 hour trip on a double-decker bus to Amsterdam, the city of dreams and insanity. We decided once we got there to find our hotels and rendez-vous around 5:30 so we had some time to rest. Lyndsay and I walked in the cold attempting to navigate while exploring the city that we instantly fell in love with. After about two hours we stumbled upon our gem of hotel. Now, when I say gem I mean it in the most ironic sense because this place was a hellhole. From the outside it slightly resembled the Hollywood Tower Hotel, better known as the Tower of Terror in Disney’s MGM studio in Orlando Florida. We were given our key which led to the attic where we found the smallest room, with the smallest twin bed I have ever had to sleep in with another person.
Lyndsey's reaction:
After hours of Room Raiders subtitled in Dutch, we ventured into the cold to meet up with the other ladies. The 8 of us decided to go to the Anne Frank house which was a far walk but incredible. It was surprisingly large. Alas, it was a museum and the place was packed tight. We, along with thousands of others, toured the annex like salmon swimming in a pack, stopping to see the preserved documents and Frank family height charts. As a child I was nearly obsessed with Anne Frank, as my mother will attest to, and so my plan was to observe the space in a silent reverence, taking in every emotion that the space evoked. This did not sit well with the parents who decided to bring their crying, obnoxious children. Can I just say now that if you are a parent and you decide to visit a city, DO NOT plan on going to anything where people will be trying to be pensive, it’s annoying and your 3 year old will not benefit from the experience and chances are you will be embarrassed when your child starts yelling to his friend about the girl whose finger got cut off in a door while onlookers stare maliciously.
After Anne Frank we went to dinner at an Italian (mafia?) restaurant. It was well deserved and delicious. As the blizzard stirred outside, we devoured Italian deliciousness indoors
Sunday was, as you all know, Easter Sunday. This holy day would not be complete without a church service thus after a breakfast over Pokemon in Dutch, Lyndsay and I ventured into a Dutch church where we fabricated dialogue in English to match the moving lips of the foreigners. It was pretty amazing, the people were friendly and we sang (in Dutch) songs that we knew in english. After the service we rushed to meet Marisa, Anjuli, Jamie, and Brigette at the van Gogh museum where we spent 2 hours and 7,50 € I’m going to be honest when I say it was a bit underwhelming. Once again tourism created a sense of closterphobia and I was unable to fully intake the wonder of it all. I did however enjoy a floor full of Van Gogh’s sketches and letters to his brother, which I read in French. For lunch we stopped at a Bollywood resto from wonderful Indian cuisine and a friendly waiter. Shopping was the obvious choice to pass the time until we had to meet with some friends at a pancake house. As you may notice, pretty much all of our excursions consist of a little bit of sightseeing, a fair amount of shopping, and a whole lot of eating; in order to fully appreciate a culture you must appreciate the cuisine, or at least that’s what we say. Needless to say, the pancakes were absolutely delectable and the conversation about the overproduction of dairy products in the 80’s was delightful.
Monday morning we checked out of the hotel and wandered the city until we met up with the other 4 for lunch at Hansel and Gretel’s pancake house (yes, pancakes again, they were that good.) Lyndsey and I decided to pass up another overpriced museum tour to explore the city. More shopping was done and the trip ended wonderfully. I wish I could finish this with something interesting, but alas I am out of words. Images will have to suffice.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
plans
Amsterdam- Mar 22-24
CEA trip to Arles and Camarague- Mar 29-30
Italia:
Rome April 5-7
Florence: April 7-10
Venice: Apr 10-13
Ireland (Dublin and Gaulway)
April 17-20
CEA trip to Les Gorges du Verdon
April 27
CEA trip to St. Tropez
May 3
Maybe Paris
May 7 or 9-11 or the weekend after to go to a yacht party with some englishmen
Classes end on the 16 and move out is on the 17th so I'll probably be
leaving for Germany that day if I don't end up in Paris.
Sometime during a Paris trip I need to go to Giverny.
c'est tout pour maintenant.
CEA trip to Arles and Camarague- Mar 29-30
Italia:
Rome April 5-7
Florence: April 7-10
Venice: Apr 10-13
Ireland (Dublin and Gaulway)
April 17-20
CEA trip to Les Gorges du Verdon
April 27
CEA trip to St. Tropez
May 3
Maybe Paris
May 7 or 9-11 or the weekend after to go to a yacht party with some englishmen
Classes end on the 16 and move out is on the 17th so I'll probably be
leaving for Germany that day if I don't end up in Paris.
Sometime during a Paris trip I need to go to Giverny.
c'est tout pour maintenant.
Peruvian wedding music
It was an interesting weekend to say the least.
I should first start off by saying that Marie Francoise left Wednesday night for Paris and she told us that she should be returning on Sunday or Monday. She left a lot of pre prepared food and her well wishes, merci for that.
So of course our first reaction was to run to the refrigerator and drink out of the milk carton. Our second was to throw a huge house party.
Sike on both parts. We’re responsible adults. While I doubt our germs would do anything to the unpasteurized, most of the time un-refrigerated milk, we ultimately decided that house parties are too messy, but apparently we weren’t the only ones with this idea.
One of Marie Francoise’s friends planned a wedding reception at the house Saturday night. We were told by MF that we could attend, eat good food, dance, catch garter belts etc. but this was not the case. Friday night when Anjuli and I came home from a cookie baking party at Chez Brigette we found the house full of people. It was excruciatingly obvious that there would be no peace in the house for the remainder of the next two days. And sadly, this was the truth. Friday night we couldn’t even make dinner in the kitchen because it was overrun by a Peruvian wedding party. They kept us up pretty late that night and woke us up early the next morning. Anjuli and I left without breakfast and came home for a nap only to be disturbed 20 minutes later by salsa music blasting from the kitchen stereo. We escaped for a few hours, but upon our return to the house a little after 1 a.m. we realized that the party was far from over. Needless to say there was really bad foreign music penetrating the paper thin walls until 3 a.m. when we were finally given a chance to rest.
This morning we woke up to a messy kitchen with tables scattered around the living room and dining room. I ate some left over, stale baguettes and returned to my room for hours of LOST season 2 (which I finished, someone please send season 3) Not long after the party returned for the clean up extravaganza, complete with screaming child. In order to sidestep an awkward, stuttered French(ish) conversation I made couscous in my bathroom sink.
It’s been a trying weekend. The next 8 or so will be traveling. I’m pretty excited.
I should first start off by saying that Marie Francoise left Wednesday night for Paris and she told us that she should be returning on Sunday or Monday. She left a lot of pre prepared food and her well wishes, merci for that.
So of course our first reaction was to run to the refrigerator and drink out of the milk carton. Our second was to throw a huge house party.
Sike on both parts. We’re responsible adults. While I doubt our germs would do anything to the unpasteurized, most of the time un-refrigerated milk, we ultimately decided that house parties are too messy, but apparently we weren’t the only ones with this idea.
One of Marie Francoise’s friends planned a wedding reception at the house Saturday night. We were told by MF that we could attend, eat good food, dance, catch garter belts etc. but this was not the case. Friday night when Anjuli and I came home from a cookie baking party at Chez Brigette we found the house full of people. It was excruciatingly obvious that there would be no peace in the house for the remainder of the next two days. And sadly, this was the truth. Friday night we couldn’t even make dinner in the kitchen because it was overrun by a Peruvian wedding party. They kept us up pretty late that night and woke us up early the next morning. Anjuli and I left without breakfast and came home for a nap only to be disturbed 20 minutes later by salsa music blasting from the kitchen stereo. We escaped for a few hours, but upon our return to the house a little after 1 a.m. we realized that the party was far from over. Needless to say there was really bad foreign music penetrating the paper thin walls until 3 a.m. when we were finally given a chance to rest.
This morning we woke up to a messy kitchen with tables scattered around the living room and dining room. I ate some left over, stale baguettes and returned to my room for hours of LOST season 2 (which I finished, someone please send season 3) Not long after the party returned for the clean up extravaganza, complete with screaming child. In order to sidestep an awkward, stuttered French(ish) conversation I made couscous in my bathroom sink.
It’s been a trying weekend. The next 8 or so will be traveling. I’m pretty excited.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
living under a big french rock
yins are slacking. Someone please tell me what is going on at home.
Otherwise... je parlerai seulement en français et personne saura quoi je dis, je suis d'ac avec ça, et vous? qu'est-ce que vous pensez à propos ça? je peux dire n'importe quoi et vous essayeriez de le mettre dans un traducteur comme bablefish mais ils sont stupides et ne comprendraient rien quoi que je dirai parce que ce n'est pas bonne français, où à moin que ce n'est pas correct pour la plupart. je peux utiliser les mots préjoratif si je veux et vous ne sauriez pas. je me sens en peu librée à cause de ça. je dois faire un autre chose plus productif avec mon temps, comme écrire un roman, peintre un tableau, sauver le monde par consommer moins de l'electricité et arreter famine mondial.... je regarderai LOST.
Otherwise... je parlerai seulement en français et personne saura quoi je dis, je suis d'ac avec ça, et vous? qu'est-ce que vous pensez à propos ça? je peux dire n'importe quoi et vous essayeriez de le mettre dans un traducteur comme bablefish mais ils sont stupides et ne comprendraient rien quoi que je dirai parce que ce n'est pas bonne français, où à moin que ce n'est pas correct pour la plupart. je peux utiliser les mots préjoratif si je veux et vous ne sauriez pas. je me sens en peu librée à cause de ça. je dois faire un autre chose plus productif avec mon temps, comme écrire un roman, peintre un tableau, sauver le monde par consommer moins de l'electricité et arreter famine mondial.... je regarderai LOST.
Monday, March 10, 2008
OOOOH lala
Tonight was Bible study night with Carrie from ICCP. Like many gatherings start, the evening commenced with some light talking. This is where I heard the most magnifique histoire (story) of my life.
The other day Carrie was walking down the rue du 4 septembre (you may recognize this road name, it's where my mail goes, road of the CEA office.) She was on the phone, walking, and trying to write something down all at the same time when a guy walked past her. She just happened to look up as he was passing when she realized who it was.
who was it you ask?
none other than JOHNNY DEPP, the pirate himself. This is no joke mes amis, this is true life, Aix-en-Provence. Apparently he lives right outside the city and comes in town quite often for whatever reason.
Living in France for the sake of learning is officially over, that's right friends, operation johnny watch has now commenced and we won't stop until we find his lovely face.
Rules of the rue say to walk with a purpose keeping your eyes in front of you so as not to cross them with the eyes of others...those days are long gone, I will be searching every face for this thick rimmed glasses and heavenly facial hair.
Pictures to come.
The other day Carrie was walking down the rue du 4 septembre (you may recognize this road name, it's where my mail goes, road of the CEA office.) She was on the phone, walking, and trying to write something down all at the same time when a guy walked past her. She just happened to look up as he was passing when she realized who it was.
who was it you ask?
none other than JOHNNY DEPP, the pirate himself. This is no joke mes amis, this is true life, Aix-en-Provence. Apparently he lives right outside the city and comes in town quite often for whatever reason.
Living in France for the sake of learning is officially over, that's right friends, operation johnny watch has now commenced and we won't stop until we find his lovely face.
Rules of the rue say to walk with a purpose keeping your eyes in front of you so as not to cross them with the eyes of others...those days are long gone, I will be searching every face for this thick rimmed glasses and heavenly facial hair.
Pictures to come.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
The Lord works in mysterious ways
To preface I will start by saying, while I am in France I have been going (as often as I can) to a church called ICCP (international christian community of provence www.iccpaix.org) and I love it.
The first Bible study I went to I met a girl who did summer staff at Crooked Creek and we talked about Young Life for a long time and she quickly became one of my favorite people here.
Tonight at church we had a guest speaker from NC who it turns out gave his life to Christ at none other than Windy Gap.
No matter where I am, I am surrounded by home.
The first Bible study I went to I met a girl who did summer staff at Crooked Creek and we talked about Young Life for a long time and she quickly became one of my favorite people here.
Tonight at church we had a guest speaker from NC who it turns out gave his life to Christ at none other than Windy Gap.
No matter where I am, I am surrounded by home.
Friday, March 7, 2008
just because I can
Today I received a package that included my new camera and some candy. Now here I sit in my room staring at the daunting canon powershot box like it's a bomb ready to explode. Afraid that it will self destruct before my eyes, I have yet to even turn it on.
Today my friends and I claimed as cafe as our own. It's near the old Book in Bar, down the street from Cezanne and Zola's collège (middle school.) We walked in and the air was thick with silence, as a french cafe should be. The tables were filled with cute old ladies playing chess and eating flaming crepes.
I just got the new Rivers Cuomo album, or should I say old(?) It's pretty awesome I think. I got it from BitTorrent because it was near 30euros at FNAC.
Tomorrow we're taking a day trip to Marseilles because we can.
I've started looking at classes for next semester. I already have an 8 a.m. class for ISC in line (EW) but it's necessary. I'm also taking STATS200 and I hate stats. It's going to be a dumb semester.
Today my friends and I claimed as cafe as our own. It's near the old Book in Bar, down the street from Cezanne and Zola's collège (middle school.) We walked in and the air was thick with silence, as a french cafe should be. The tables were filled with cute old ladies playing chess and eating flaming crepes.
I just got the new Rivers Cuomo album, or should I say old(?) It's pretty awesome I think. I got it from BitTorrent because it was near 30euros at FNAC.
Tomorrow we're taking a day trip to Marseilles because we can.
I've started looking at classes for next semester. I already have an 8 a.m. class for ISC in line (EW) but it's necessary. I'm also taking STATS200 and I hate stats. It's going to be a dumb semester.
Monday, March 3, 2008
please enjoy these photos...
Sad news friends,
I lost my digital camera in the courtyard at school. It was tragic. The secretary was terribly mean about it when I asked if someone returned it. C'est la vie.
This past weekend CEA took a trip to Nice, Monaco, and Eze. I'm not going to lie (I'm not sure that phrase is communicated the same through computer screen as it is orally), but I wasn't really looking forward to it. I thought, great another trip somewhere, it will be nice. I was surprisingly surprised.
Saturday we started our adventure in Nice. Right now is the carnival de Nice (wikipedia that) and the theme is year of the rat. The city is so very cute and alive. The water is crystal clear turquoise beauty. We watched a parade for the carnival, explored a cemetery, and ate la glace (biensur)
the parade
la ville
la glace
"the wedding" picture
the frolicking
I lost my digital camera in the courtyard at school. It was tragic. The secretary was terribly mean about it when I asked if someone returned it. C'est la vie.
This past weekend CEA took a trip to Nice, Monaco, and Eze. I'm not going to lie (I'm not sure that phrase is communicated the same through computer screen as it is orally), but I wasn't really looking forward to it. I thought, great another trip somewhere, it will be nice. I was surprisingly surprised.
Saturday we started our adventure in Nice. Right now is the carnival de Nice (wikipedia that) and the theme is year of the rat. The city is so very cute and alive. The water is crystal clear turquoise beauty. We watched a parade for the carnival, explored a cemetery, and ate la glace (biensur)
the parade
la ville
la glace
"the wedding" picture
the frolickingThat night we left for Monaco which was amazing and I am determined to own a summer home there. Yes, I will be filthy rich, and no, my fortune won't come from my job with a non-profit organization of choice. I haven't figured that part out yet, but it will happen. We had dinner at a restaurant called Stars-N-Bar where anyone who is anyone has eaten this includes: Victoria Beckham, Mel C, Kylie Minogue, Rod Stewart, Britney Spears, Celine Dion, Rene, and moi. We had a texmex buffet. I have come to discover that texmex in Europe is not texmex. Carrots do not belong in Texmex, nor do peas. There is no steamed white rice in texmex. Someone should school them on this subject, I'm tired of being let down but their cultural incompetence. After dinner we went dancing.
Monte Carlo Casino, where 007 was.
The next morning we walked around Monaco. We saw Princess Grace Kelly's tomb, the changing of the guard at the castle, the ocean, the yachts, and then we boarded the bus for Eze. Eze is a smnall city near the Worlds Perfume capital. They do perfume too, which is why we toured a perfume factory upon arrival. My nose was ready to kill me. I finally settled on a trial size bottle of something that apparently resembles "J'adore" by Dior, it was only 8,50. The city was nice, but we were all tired so it was nothing too amazing, although I'm sure it is if you're well rested.
Near the tomb of Grace
Lyndsey let me borrow her camera and I took this gem, it's near the palace.
the Princess's tomb
big money$$$
Until next time.
Monte Carlo Casino, where 007 was.The next morning we walked around Monaco. We saw Princess Grace Kelly's tomb, the changing of the guard at the castle, the ocean, the yachts, and then we boarded the bus for Eze. Eze is a smnall city near the Worlds Perfume capital. They do perfume too, which is why we toured a perfume factory upon arrival. My nose was ready to kill me. I finally settled on a trial size bottle of something that apparently resembles "J'adore" by Dior, it was only 8,50. The city was nice, but we were all tired so it was nothing too amazing, although I'm sure it is if you're well rested.
Near the tomb of Grace
Lyndsey let me borrow her camera and I took this gem, it's near the palace. 
the Princess's tomb
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