31 March 2012


When I went to Paris I had two and a half days to see everything I had dreamed about. And I almost saw it all. The first day in Paris we walked along the Champs-Elysee and the Seine. I rode the Metro for the first time. I walked down the street where Julia Child lived. I saw the Eiffel tower for the first time and almost cried. We took in the Arc de Triomphe. Then when the sun started to set we sat under the Eiffel tower and watched it sparkle. It was magic.

26 March 2012

70 days, and trying not to count.

Right now I am missing these places and these people more than I should. 
I have 70 days left before I return to the states and it is really bittersweet.


I created a countdown calendar to try to make the most of my time left here but instead it is serving as a reminder that eventually I have to leave. Cue inner turmoil.

I really love traveling and seeing the world. I mean every time I think about Ireland my heart breaks from missing it. And Paris was just as romantic as I had dreamed. Yet every time I return to Grenoble I am reminded that this is not my home and it makes me want my own bed more and more.

The thought of having to return to my small town where travel is just a dream seems like a nightmare. But I can't wait to see my best friend again and sleep in my own bed. I miss the crazy sarcastic person I get to be around the ones that I love and how easy life is. I miss the simple comforts of familiarity, like really good Mexican food, iced coffee, my favorite spot of the couch, singing to loud music in the kitchen. 

This weekend will be my first weekend of not traveling in a month. My host family is leaving to go to a wedding and I am looking forward to not doing anything. I plan on laying around in the sun, sleeping late, drinking wine and watching a movie, cooking some warm comfort food. It shall be a vacation from my vacations.

I am happy and tired. Pictures and stories from my weekend in Paris soon(ish). Love, me.

23 March 2012

Coeur de Pirate.

I mentioned that I went to a concert in Avignon: 

BOY (the opening band):

Well it was amazing. I fell in love with both the Guitarist of Coeur de Pirate and the opening band, BOY. I now understand the appeal of being a groupie.

22 March 2012


Last week was a bit of a disaster. I had midterms Monday-Thursday so I felt like I was drowning all week. Then Friday came. With it a sweet release. A time to travel. A time to hang out with some good friends. A time for adventure.

We had purchased our tickets to see a concert in Avignon back in January. We took an early train south with no idea what was in store for us. Then we discovered how charming Avignon was. It is a tiny town, surrounded by a huge castle wall. Very medieval. And very touristy. We got lost finding our hostel, which was across a charming bridge, then we spent all Friday and Saturday wandering the streets until our feet felt like they were dying. We sat on the steps of Palais de Papes, ate Gelato while we people watched, found some comfortable shoes (finally), and climbed some trees.

I came back Sunday, tired and happy.
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