I Survived....... barely
France....... you kill me. I have never had an experience like the one you gave me. For the first time English was a second language. For the first time i thought in kilometers instead of miles. For the first time wine flowed faster than water. I am sure you would have been happier had i understood you a little better..... but what the hell..... i stilled made it.
Top 10 Moments of the Trip ( in no particular order):
1. Using my impressive French Skills, i told the woman at the toll booth that we were fucked chickens instead of we were lost...... you live..... you learn. for the record it is: nous sommes perdues.... not nous sommes putant poules.
2. The manager at the grocerey store in Rouen thought my friend Stefanie had stolen something so he made her take everything out of her bag. then when her debit card wasn't working he announced to the whole store that it was probably because she had no money.
3. Learning how to keily dance ( traditional irish dancing.... think river dance) in a crowd of 1,000 Irish strangers. whenver they went right, i went left. they went up, i went down. they clapped, i stamped my foot. to get to the point: i sucked.
4. Driving 2 hours up the coast of Normandy to get to the American D-day cemetary just for it to have closed 45 minutes prior to arrival.
5. Getting acid indigestion in Paris and having to have my friend's boyfriend interpret to the pharmacist all the symptoms and then having to interpret back to me all the pharmacist's embarrassing questions like : do you have diarrhea?
6. Stopping on the way to the Mont St. Michel to get out and take a picture with a cow. Right after we took the picture the cow dumped out buckets of piss. i screamed.
7.Getting kicked out of the tour group at the Mont St. Michel because we wern't Asian. RACISM.
8. Making out with a very cute Irish boy named Gary ( disappointing name. i know. i called him Liam) on St. Patricks at a club after drinking God unfortunaly knows how much. I was startled by how quickly the tongue comes into play in Ireland. I feel like a should have been given a warning about that upon entering customs.
9. Getting laughed out of the lunch place we ate at because of our lack of language skills and our intensive pointing and grunting skills. We were stuck in there for 3 hours bacause we didn't know how to ask for the check. i couldn't remember so i thought maybe it was a cognate. for the record it is not le check. it is l'addition. who knew. then after we finally got le check we were stuck there for another 30 minutes because we didn't know what to do with it. and the rude waitor was any help. douche bag.
10. Discovering that in Paris there arn't actually lanes on the roads. you go wherever, whenever in whatever direction you please in that city. That is what makes it so easy to avoid car accidents. who needs rules when you can do whatever you want.
Here is my week in pictures:
Top 10 Moments of the Trip ( in no particular order):
1. Using my impressive French Skills, i told the woman at the toll booth that we were fucked chickens instead of we were lost...... you live..... you learn. for the record it is: nous sommes perdues.... not nous sommes putant poules.
2. The manager at the grocerey store in Rouen thought my friend Stefanie had stolen something so he made her take everything out of her bag. then when her debit card wasn't working he announced to the whole store that it was probably because she had no money.
3. Learning how to keily dance ( traditional irish dancing.... think river dance) in a crowd of 1,000 Irish strangers. whenver they went right, i went left. they went up, i went down. they clapped, i stamped my foot. to get to the point: i sucked.
4. Driving 2 hours up the coast of Normandy to get to the American D-day cemetary just for it to have closed 45 minutes prior to arrival.
5. Getting acid indigestion in Paris and having to have my friend's boyfriend interpret to the pharmacist all the symptoms and then having to interpret back to me all the pharmacist's embarrassing questions like : do you have diarrhea?
6. Stopping on the way to the Mont St. Michel to get out and take a picture with a cow. Right after we took the picture the cow dumped out buckets of piss. i screamed.
7.Getting kicked out of the tour group at the Mont St. Michel because we wern't Asian. RACISM.
8. Making out with a very cute Irish boy named Gary ( disappointing name. i know. i called him Liam) on St. Patricks at a club after drinking God unfortunaly knows how much. I was startled by how quickly the tongue comes into play in Ireland. I feel like a should have been given a warning about that upon entering customs.
9. Getting laughed out of the lunch place we ate at because of our lack of language skills and our intensive pointing and grunting skills. We were stuck in there for 3 hours bacause we didn't know how to ask for the check. i couldn't remember so i thought maybe it was a cognate. for the record it is not le check. it is l'addition. who knew. then after we finally got le check we were stuck there for another 30 minutes because we didn't know what to do with it. and the rude waitor was any help. douche bag.
10. Discovering that in Paris there arn't actually lanes on the roads. you go wherever, whenever in whatever direction you please in that city. That is what makes it so easy to avoid car accidents. who needs rules when you can do whatever you want.
Here is my week in pictures:
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