I told myself that I would make a point to blog at least two to three times a week while here, but when trying to fit seeing every part of Paris in just one month, it poses quite the problem! So, another week has gone by, and in that time, I have experienced new bars and pubs with friends, seen new monuments, tried new food, and gone to a new part of this beautiful country!
Last Wednesday, Ashlynn and I experienced our very first traditional French meal with Madame. We were told that dinner was at 8, and when we woke up from our nap at 7:30, the house was filled with the most amazing smell of chicken and vegetables. She brought out the dinner, and then when we thought the meal was completed, she brought out cheese (four different types) and bread to eat with it. This entire time mind you, she was continually refilling our glasses of wine, and before we knew it, we finished an entire bottle to ourselves. She then brought out ice cream followed by cake to put into the ice cream. Needless to say, I could leave Paris right now and be satisfied just because of this meal!
After a long day of classes on Thursday, we explored a new area of the city for happy hour and found an adorable hole in the wall bar that was famous for their Sangria! The weekend soon followed with an amazing night out, and then had to wake up early Saturday morning to go to Normandy for the rest of the weekend. As we arrived after a three hour bus ride, we immediately went to the WWII museum and saw a silent documentary on D-Day, from both sides of the war. We immediately drove to the exact beaches that were fled on D-Day. It was surreal to have my feet on the same beaches. We then went to the American cemetery where all the bodies of American soldiers who died in WWII were buried; Because the United States constructed the memorial and graves for the soldiers, we were technically on American soil, which was comforting to know that I had a little piece of home even though I was so far away.
Our next stop was to Brittany, another part of France on the coast; we stayed in an adorable hotel right on the water in the middle of the city with an Irish pub conveniently right next to our hotel. We woke up early the next morning to go to Mount St. Michael, which is an Abby that was built centuries ago; it was as beautiful in person as it is in pictures! While the weekend away was so incredible, I was happy to be back in my little bedroom with my roommate in this beautiful city. You know somewhere is starting to feel like home when you are happy to be back!
A Bientot!
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