This blog on Europe will tell you about some of the new friends I made.
Since I've already told you about Marilyn in the past, I don't see any point in elaborating on the ridiculously unhealthy amount of fun we had. I even told her mom (also my US History teacher), The Nark, what a queef was, and I didn't even offend her. Marilyn and I had a great time taking pictures in the shadows of Italy, and searching for dress shops. We gallivanted through a romantic park in Paris as if we were a couple and smoked a cigarette. She and I will always have one thing in common--disliking The Midwest due to it's boring landscape.
Next on the agenda would be Gretta. She and I bonded the whole time. She looks like she stepped straight out of Eastern Europe. We made fun of the world and endlessly called each other perfect. When we were in Italy, people who were selling faux leather jackets kept trying to sell them to her. I pretended to be her boyfriend to one guy, and he said, "I'll give you 2 free coats, and you'll be my girlfriend!" Another offered her 50% off. And we were joking about 100% off, another vendor offered her 150% off. They were going to pay her to take the fucking coat!
Third I have Brittany. She is from Newfoundland. She clicked with me immediately, we went for late night strolls in each neighborhood to smoke with her friend. When we were on the overnight train, I was feeling homesick, and she sat in my bunk with me for a couple of hours, and talked with me. We really got to open up to one another. Unfortunately in the in, she ended up disappointing me.
Then we have Aaren, oh Aaren. He was quite possibly the only straight man who I've ever enjoyed their company. He's a freshman, and he was interested in broadening his horizons and understanding the gay culture, he even smoked a cigarette with me, so he earned points there. He let me do his brows too! On the last night, he was bragging about his body to me, and let me feel every muscle of his body. And let me tell you, he is so fucking sexy, I can't up it in words. YUM!
Samantha and Liz were from Newfoundland like Brittany. You'll hear more about them in the next blog. But these girls are so sweet, they danced on a table in a club in Italy with me, and even built a fort in their hotel room with me.
Last if Sebastien, but he's basically the whole theme of my next blog on ROMANCE.
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Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Europe I
In a series of three blogs of my 10 day long trip to Europe, this is my first. This blog will discuss the literal experience.
When I went to the Airport, JFK, the reality really began to sit in. It felt as if all of these months of waiting and anticipating were really worth it. When we got to the airport I was informed that I could only have one luggage, there I combined both of mine into one. The seven hour flight, which was actually 12, due to flying 5 hours into the future had me itching with European fever.
We arrived in LHR, and it was beautiful, despite a 2 hour delay because we had to re-fuel, and there was a fire in the tower we were supposed to get off the plane at.
Once arriving in London, at LHR we went to our hotel to get situated. I set up the room and roomed with some strangers on out trip from North Carolina--Rat Boy and Neanderthal. I claimed a king size bed to myself, despite that I'm only a queen. We went to the most beautiful and neatest places in London. We had traditional food every night which was divine. Piccadilly Circus and Buckingham Palace (we even got to see the Changing of the guards!) had to be my favorite, but seeing Bid Bed, and the House of Parliament in person gave me chills when in their presence.
After 3 days in London, we went via Chunnell (the subway which goes under the English Channel) to Paris. We went straight to touring. It was perfect. It was everything I thought and dreamt it would be and more. We saw the Cathedral of Notre Dame, and there was this perfect garden to it's right if your facing the front. I had a cigarette there, and felt so at home. We saw the Eiffel Tower, went to La Louvre, and even went for a cruise on the Seine. Again, the food was out of this world. I roomed with people I knew this time, so I felt more comfortable in that sense.
Instead of a third night in Paris then leaving like we did in London, we took an overnight train to Italy. The train took us on a 7 hour voyage into yet another Time Zone. Upon arrival in Milan, we hopped on yet another train to get to Florence. There in the prettiest place thus far, we went to places too good for words. We also went to Assisi and it was the most romantic, out-of-a-movie place I'd ever been to. With St. Francis Basilica at it's geographical center, it was a sight to see. Thirdly, we saw Rome, the Colosseum, the ruins, the Trevi Fountain--the whole nine yards. I made a wish, and snuck in a cigarette too, suck on that! The Hotel in Florence was my favorite hands down though.
I looked like the missing piece of the puzzle in each city. Being there made me so happy, and despite that I did miss my family at one point, I would kill to go again. I won't forget a single second of this trip as long as I live.
When I went to the Airport, JFK, the reality really began to sit in. It felt as if all of these months of waiting and anticipating were really worth it. When we got to the airport I was informed that I could only have one luggage, there I combined both of mine into one. The seven hour flight, which was actually 12, due to flying 5 hours into the future had me itching with European fever.
We arrived in LHR, and it was beautiful, despite a 2 hour delay because we had to re-fuel, and there was a fire in the tower we were supposed to get off the plane at.
Once arriving in London, at LHR we went to our hotel to get situated. I set up the room and roomed with some strangers on out trip from North Carolina--Rat Boy and Neanderthal. I claimed a king size bed to myself, despite that I'm only a queen. We went to the most beautiful and neatest places in London. We had traditional food every night which was divine. Piccadilly Circus and Buckingham Palace (we even got to see the Changing of the guards!) had to be my favorite, but seeing Bid Bed, and the House of Parliament in person gave me chills when in their presence.
After 3 days in London, we went via Chunnell (the subway which goes under the English Channel) to Paris. We went straight to touring. It was perfect. It was everything I thought and dreamt it would be and more. We saw the Cathedral of Notre Dame, and there was this perfect garden to it's right if your facing the front. I had a cigarette there, and felt so at home. We saw the Eiffel Tower, went to La Louvre, and even went for a cruise on the Seine. Again, the food was out of this world. I roomed with people I knew this time, so I felt more comfortable in that sense.
Instead of a third night in Paris then leaving like we did in London, we took an overnight train to Italy. The train took us on a 7 hour voyage into yet another Time Zone. Upon arrival in Milan, we hopped on yet another train to get to Florence. There in the prettiest place thus far, we went to places too good for words. We also went to Assisi and it was the most romantic, out-of-a-movie place I'd ever been to. With St. Francis Basilica at it's geographical center, it was a sight to see. Thirdly, we saw Rome, the Colosseum, the ruins, the Trevi Fountain--the whole nine yards. I made a wish, and snuck in a cigarette too, suck on that! The Hotel in Florence was my favorite hands down though.
I looked like the missing piece of the puzzle in each city. Being there made me so happy, and despite that I did miss my family at one point, I would kill to go again. I won't forget a single second of this trip as long as I live.
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