I realized I never posted anything about my time there which is strange because it felt like an important part of me understanding myself. It felt like I was in a real world where I could be myself. It had the completely opposite vibe than Southern California. I'm gonna share some magical (pardon the princess word but I'm embracing that vibe right now) pictures I was able to take there:
As we arrived (by overnight train from venice-do I live in a dream??) I could not WAIT to see the Eiffel tower. The real one. The actual one. I was stoked.
I wish I had taken AP European History before going on this trip because I (unknowingly) went to so many culturally and historically deep places. I wish I had been way more educated on it all.
Paris didn't feel like that, though. It got into my soul for a minute. I was in a new world. I was in love with it.
One of my favorite stories of my life is one of these experiences with her! It was our first night in Paris (I think) and we were less than satisfied with the fact that we had to be inside our rooms before the sun went down. I craved that Paris night that was so close to me. I wanted a 9 p.m. expresso more than anything else.
So this one night, we go to the top level of our hotel (this became a habit at every other hotel afterward) and found some windows which opened onto a roof. We promised to climb out later after cerfew.
It was 11 pm and we made it. We stood in the night breeze, about 5 miles away from the heart of the city and the Eiffel Tower. Every couple minutes the lighthouse-esque beam would shine on us. It was as close as we'd get to the world we craved. We both vowed to come back again and experience it fully.