August
2008
The last days of our trip0
I’m feeling so lethargic, but I thought I should jot some things down about the last few days of our trip before I forget.
We overslept big time on our last day in Paris. I think I slept in until about noon or so. We didn’t manage to leave until about 1. We must have been exhausted. We grabbed (yet another) croissant and headed to the Musee d’Orsay. This museum begins where the Louvre ends. There were lots of realist, pre-impressionist, impressionist and art nouveau paintings! All my favs! Wee!!! Kyle actually enjoyed the Louvre more than the Musee d’Orsay, and I felt the opposite. What can I say, I’m a sap for impressionism. The thing that pissed me off was that everyone was obsessed with taking pictures of the paintings. I don’t understand what the point of that is… there are plenty of pictures of those paintings. The whole point of going to museums is to enjoy the paintings in real life. What bothered me about it was that I really wanted to look at the paintings up close, but people were so obsessed with taking pictures so I felt I had to back off. Anyhoo, it was a blast despite all that.
Next we decided to walk along the Seine and take in all of Paris. The sun was setting so we decided to spend our last night in Paris on a boat that went from the Eiffel Tower to the tip of the Ile Saint Louis. It was gorgeous, but what made the trip great was the tour guide. Her English was terrible and she sounded like a robot. Kyle and I had great fun imitating her.
After the cruise we continued walking around the city and we came upon a gelato stand! I had coffee gelato and Kyle had chocolate (big surprise!). It was delicious! It was getting pretty late, so we decided to turn in for the night, as we had to leave relatively early the next day.
The next day we pretty much went straight to the train station to go back to London. It was a good thing we did that, because getting through customs was pretty traumatizing. There were people everywhere and the British customs guy was pretty mean. He was drilling Kyle pretty hard with questions. Poor Boo. When we got back in London we went straight to the nearest pub. This was quite an interesting experience. Kyle had a hard time communicating with the girls at the counter. He ordered me a hard cider, but they gave us an orange juice with sparkling water in it. I seriously just chuckled out loud as I typed that. Why on earth did she give us that? I don’t understand! Especially because they had hard cider there! Kyle ordered a porter for himself, and she looked at him like he was crazy. She said, “we don’t have anything like that.” Kyle replied, “well… it’s on the menu…” She had a confused look on her face so Kyle just said, “whatever,” and he ordered something else. It was a very odd experience.
Next we went to the British Library. This was one of my favorite things we did. We saw some of Shakespeare’s original folios, as well as some of Wordsworth, Austen, Bronte, and Milton’s original writing. This was so neat- it was great to see that my heroes were actual real people that wrote down their stories with ink and paper. We also saw some of the Beatles’ songs scribbled on napkins and the back of birthday cards. It was so so so awesome. We also saw the original Magna Carta, and one of the original Gutenberg bibles. I know, I’m a nerd, but I thought all of this was so cool!
At this point, we decided we ought to check out the train schedule and get to our hotel near Gatwick airport. I was pretty sad leaving. I was realizing that our wonderful vacation was coming to an end. The train ride to Gatwick airport was nice. We got to see some of the English countryside. We got off at the Gatwick airport stop, and decided we would walk to our hotel, as it was less than a mile away. I can’t even explain how wrong we were when we thought this was possible. We asked about 4 or 5 airport employees how to get to the road and they each gave us different directions. We simply couldn’t figure out how to leave the damn airport!!! After about an hour, we still made absolutely no progress. We had no will power left at this point, so we decided to take an 11 pound cab ride to our hotel that was a mile away. Wah! We were pissed but we also didn’t care. We were just so glad to be in our hotel. We watched an episode of BBC’s the Dragon’s Den (fabulous show!), and then went downstairs to the restaurant for a couple of drinks. They were playing music videos from the 80’s, and Kyle and I had great fun making fun of them. I’m sure others weren’t amused by us. Oh well.
The hotel had a shuttle that goes straight to the airport for only 3 pounds, so we were stoked about that. We were out of cash, so we went to the ATM outside of the hotel to get money for the shuttle, but for some reason, our ATM cards wouldn’t work! Since we were pretty much in the middle of nowhere, there was no way we could get cash. MEH! So the next morning, we had to pay another 11 pounds for a taxi to take us a mile away. We were so irritated, but there was nothing else we could do. We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. We went through security and found out that our flight was delayed. This was a bit of a bummer, but it gave me time to shop!
The flight was pretty bad. It’s pretty hard to sit and do nothing for over 9 hours. I watched Made of Honor (horrible beyond words), Kung Fu Panda (cute!) and the Cosby Show (hilarious!). Since our flight was delayed, we were worried that we wouldn’t make our connecting flight in Texas. We were pretty nervous when we were in the line for Customs. I thought the U.S guys would be mean to us and drill us with questions, but they weren’t bad at all.
We didn’t see one Mexican restaurant in all of London or Paris (Kyle was going through withdrawals), so during our layover in Texas we got some veggie burritos for dinner, which ended up being completely disgusting. For some reason Kyle and I didn’t have seats together on our ride home, which made the flight horrible for both of us. I do have to give Kyle credit for dealing with a much worse flight than me though… Mine was bad because I was freezing and incredibly tired (but couldn’t sleep), but Kyle had to sit for 3 and half hours and listen to some guy blab his ears off. This guy talked about everything from geology to aerodynamics. Poor Kyle! Haha!
It was truly nice to get back home. It was even more nice to see my baby! I could tell she missed me as much as I missed her. It was great to sleep in our own bed.
To be honest, I’m having a pretty hard time adjusting to normal life. I feel like I’ve been in a fairyland for 10 days, and now I’m back to reality, which is pretty hard. Anyway, I’m sure I’ll get over it.
I slept A LOT yesterday. And I watched a lot of Project Runway. A LOT. Oh god, I love that show.
Anyway, the trip was a dream. It was even better than I could have ever expected it to be. And yes, I do want to go back. Anyone want to contribute to the Take Kyle and Tara Back to Europe Fund?