25 June 2009

Head on over!

So I finally got around to it - and finally created a new name. If you wish to follow my adventures here in rural Alberta wander on over to my new blog.

theoldporchswing.blogspot.com

The link should be up in the sidebar as well.

05 June 2009

What Now?

Kyra & Colette Europe 2009 has come to a close, and it leaves a feeling of emptiness. Emptiness in the sense that I went from go, go, go all day every day to... nothing. I went back to work yesterday and it definitely felt weird. As if the last month had been a dream. I mentioned last post that the end of one trip was simply the beginning of the next, and its true! I don't know when, but somehow I will be back. For this reason Cobblestone Chronicles will remain open. Idle, but open. We stumbled across a quote that I think fits this moment.

The world is a book and those who don't travel, read only one page.

There is an element of contentedness with your place in life, but I agree with this quote. I want to read as many pages of this book that I can. Now is the time in my life to do it! I have future one-month getaways in mind, study abroad possibilities, and even the option of a no-deadline after graduation trip. The last option involves travel, run out of money, work, travel, etc... without coming home in between. I can't wait to see what else this world holds in store!

Now this said, I've really enjoyed this blogging thing. There is another part of my emptiness. Cobblestone Chronicles must be put on the backburner, but I don't want to stop writing! I think perhaps I ought to start up a new blog in the next few days. I'm at a loss for a new title though. Any ideas?

04 June 2009

Until I See You Again

Paris. This post is coming from my bedroom, but I thought this blog would not be finished unless I was thorough and told you all my journeys. We took an overnight train to Paris, so our first day started bright and early right off the train. Yet another adventure attempting to find our hostels, but as always, we get there eventually.


At Colette's insistence (but I didn't resist) we started at the Latin Quarter since you could find the infamous Pita Frite in the area. A pita frite (def'n) is a gyros (donair) filled pita with lettuce, tomato, mayo and topped off with fries. Yes fries. Surprisingly delicious! In Italy our weakness was gelato, and we ate it at least 3 times a day, so in Paris our weakness was crepes. Again, probably 3 times a day. We should be 300lbs by now, but I think we work all those calories off with the walking we do.

Nearby is the Notre Dame, where Victor Hugo's hunchback lived, and there was some pretty intense organ going on inside. The stained glass was pretty cool too. Next we headed to the Louvre Museum. The Louvre is formerly known as the Royal Palace and home to King Louis the XIV until he decided it was too small and dark. The Louvre is the worlds largest museum. A little greedy eh? This is when he began construction of Versaille. Inside the Louvre you can find the Mona Lisa, the Wedding Feast, and Aphrodite among others. The gardens are breathtaking as well.

Leading out from the gardens is Champs Elysees, a famous (expensive) street that ends up at the Arc du Triomphe. Surrounding the Arc is a massive traffic circle - actually known as a roundabout. Teehee. While we were there, some military ceremony caused the police to stop traffic. Allowing us to walk across the roundabout that should be impossible to cross. Their traffic circles work a little differently than ours - there are no lanes. You just go! Wouldn't want to drive here.

Next we headed over to the Eiffel Tower. Its a bit of a strange experience, because it is THE Eiffel Tower. We stood in line for ages, but finally got a chance to go to the top. Did you know that when the tower was built, it actually had no purpose? The governement wanted it torn down. I mean, who needs a giant hunk of useless steel? Luckily for us it remained standing, and was eventually converted into a radio/tv tower. And now it is the widest known symbol of Paris. The view from the tower was incredible, and once we returned to the bottom we lay in a nearby park for a while and watched it light up. It is just as pretty at night as in the day.

Tired from a long day of walking we headed back to the Latin Quarter for some more crepes. While wandering around we stumbled across a night club known as the Latin Corner. Sort of a male version of Hooters I think. We couldn't resist. You'll have to check my photos on facebook for those pics.

Day 2 in Paris is also the last day of our Europe journey together. So sad! But here's my thought. This may be the last day of this trip - but its just the beginning of our plans for the next one. The travel bug has bit me hard and I will be back. Today we headed out to the Palace of Versaille - the one the Louis XIV built when the Louvre was not big enough. Technically speaking the Palace of Versaille itself is smaller than the Louvre, but the grounds are much more expansive. Louis XIV was only a child when he assumed the throne so it is not surprising he desired wide open spaces. The Royal family continued to live here until the French Revolution with Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. Marie Antoinette actually, was the only Queen to impose her personal taste on the Palace. She also had the Petite Trianon built as a quiet getaway from the ceremonies of the Palace.

We also headed out to see the Luxembourg Palace and Gardens, although we were unsure who lived in Luxembourg. In the gardens we found a giant statue of a bronze head. Colette attempted to pick it's nose - although our height deficit squashed those plans too. More pita frite and crepes in the Latin Quarter, and back to the hostel to prepare for a fancy last meal. We ended up back in the Latin Quarter for a full course meal - including creme brulee. And being the fat kids that we are we had crepes after supper anyways. We finished off the night in Sacre Coeur (Sacred Heart), a cathedral on the hill. The only problem here is that we went too late and night and the hill turns into a party zone. Bad place for two girls by themselves - even in our leather jackets.

Goodbye Paris. Goodbye Europe. Until I see you again.