they definitely don't lie about the croissants

It’s been too long. We’re still experiencing technical difficulties with our Internet in my house. We have found out that there is one little corner in the living room that we pick up an Internet signal from someone else on the street so you can only imagine all of us huddled together trying to get an Internet signal to check our emails and of course our face books.

So much has gone on in the last week or so I don’t even know where to start. Well…last Tuesday we began our journey to Paris! Tuesday afternoon at 4pm we left Sevilla on a bus destined for Madrid. Its about a 6 hour drive to Madrid from Sevilla. When we finally arrived to the Madrid bus station we were all tired and ready for the next leg of the trip…the metro. We took the metro from the Madrid bus station to the Madrid airport, but unfortunately the metro closes at 2AM and we missed the last train to the airport…I wish I had a video camera to film us HAULING ASS through the train station to catch that last train…that last glimpse of hope to make it to the airport. I’m pretty sure I had a heart attack in the midst of all that running with all our bags. Nonetheless we didn’t make it and we were all pretty bummed. We had to take a taxi the rest of the way…keep in mind I had already been on a bus and a train earlier in the evening and here I am in a taxi on my way to the airport to be on a plane. When it comes down to it, I experienced every single mode of transportation that day (walking, bus, metro, taxi, and then a plane) the only one we missed was a boat, and at the rate we were going I was pretty sure that we would be in a boat at some point during our trip. When we finally made it to the airport I felt like a real traveler. I mean I have traveled a ton in my life, but the sight I saw in the airport at around 2 AM that night was nothing I had ever seen before. There were tons of people, laying on the floor, sleeping in sleeping bags, playing cards, waiting and wondering about the next leg of their travels. I’m not going to lie, I felt pretty cool…the life of a backpacker…it’s a cool feeling.

Long story short, we waited in the airport for a few hours, and then finally boarded the plane for a two hour flight to Paris, where we would then take another bus, to the metro station, and the metro to our hotel.
We saw everything…the Eiffel Tower, the arc de triumph, the Louvre, the Mona Lisa (which I must say is pretty overrated), the opera house, the Bastille, the pantheon…the list goes on. But to top it all off, on Friday, we went to Versailles. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in my entire life. (pictures will be uploaded soon) I have never really been very interested in history, but when I stepped into Marie Antoinette’s bedroom, something clicked. It was so cool. She slept there, she birthed children in that room, and here I was standing in it. Its an amazing feeling. I felt pretty dang cool.

Let me tell you, they don’t lie about the croissants. They are AMAZING, so warm, and gooey and ahhh they are so delicious. The crepes are good too, but the croissants…oh I could go on for hours!

On our last day, Saturday, we climbed to the top of the Eiffel Tower. And when I say climbed I mean climbed because we most definitely took the stairs and climbed to the top. Now, how many people can say that they have climbed, by foot, not elevator, both the Statue of Liberty, and the Eiffel Tower? Well ladies and gents, I have!!! Not to mention when we made it to the top, we wrote our names on the ledge of the tower.

The trip to France was amazing. I enjoyed every moment of it, even the fact that Sexton left my umbrella in the Louvre, and the fact that it rained the rest of the afternoon that day and we had no means of protection. Good times I must say. I’m sad the trip is over that’s for sure, but I was happy to come back to warm weather here in Sevilla. It was cold in Paris, I guess they don’t lie about that either, but here in Sevilla its in the mid to upper 70s, and I am happy about that.

I have two mid-terms tomorrow…not too psyched about that, but they will be 10 times easier than any other mid-term I’ve ever taken in my life that’s for sure. And then in a week I have a week off from school for Semana Santa (holy week) haha life is good here in Spain. It’s time for me to go eat lunch by the river and soak up the rays before my class. I will try to upload pictures as soon as I can, and I will write again soon too since there is still so much to say about the last week and a half or so of my life.

I trust everyone is well. Send me some emails or something so I know what’s going on on your continent.

I miss and love you all!