Italy

It is our first full day in Florence. We've been out seeing the sights and have just returned back to our hostel. Upon returning, we swiftly took off our shirts and are now lying on the bed because it is SO FREAKING HOT AND HUMID HERE! I am ready to go to the beach.

Saying goodbye to an old friend

Many of you may know this jacket: 

In fact, I have had it for about 7 years! That's crazy. It's probably one of the oldest piece of clothing that I own, actually. This jacket has been with me through out the years. Keeping me warm; comforting me in my times of need. This jacket and me have grown to be close friends. 

But I recently had to say goodbye to my friend. He is lost forever on the trains of Europe. I'm not sure how it happened. After getting off the train, I looked down at my backpack and the bright red jacket was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank into my stomach and I started searching for my lost jacket like a mother for her lost child. I ran back to the train, boarded, and franticly searched the seats where we had previously been sitting. 

nothing.

I searched the WC, but there was no jacket. 

Forlorn, and feeling the depression one feels after the loss of a friend, Alexis was my only comfort.

Of all the words of sympathy and compassion, she says, "It reminds me of that IKEA commercial with the lamp that we watched in Bio 100. Remember?" She continues to describe this commercial to me: 

The funny thing is that of all the words of sympathy and compassion, this cheers me up the most.

I guess that's why she's my best friend...

Morning suprise

So when Lex and I went to bed last night at our hostel, we expected to wake up to a room full of girls. 

When we woke up, it was a room full of men. 

But they were cute and from Australia. But also hung over. 

I apologize

Seeing as how no one reads my blog anyways, this probably won't affect many people, but I was planning on keeping my blog up to date with my travels, but I am always so tired and I don't want to write a big long story about what I did that day. But fortunately Alexis does. So I will write some stuff, but for the best review of our adventures, go to her blog which is HERE. 

I love Europe!

A Free Cookie

Man at the cafe: (something in German)

Me: No Deutsch

Man at the cafe: English then? 

Me: Yes. English.

Man: Sorry, I don't speak English

Me: Well for some reason, I can understand you perfectly!

Man: Maybe French? 

(the rest of the conversation is in French)

Me: I speak French.

Man: Really? Well we'll talk in French. What would you like? 

Me: I would like that cookie, please.

Man: that's everything?

Me: Yup!

(man puts it in a bag, and I offer a euro)

Man: No, it's ok. 

Me: Really?!

Man: Yes. Take it.

Me: You are so nice! Thank you, monsieur! 

Man: Have a good day!

Me: Thank you!

I love Germany. 

I love Paris in the spring time...

I love Paris in the fall, I love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles; I love Paris in the summer, When it sizzles. (and apparently it drizzles, too)

I'm in Paris!!!! It's been fantastic! So far we have: 

• Seen 6,000,000 people's dead bones
• Walked so far my legs feel like jelly
• Slept for 15 hours
• Seen and gone up to the top of the Eiffel Tower
• Slept on the Metro (at least I have...)
• Been hit on by the security guards (at least I have...)
• Ate a REAL baguette sandwich jamon et fromage s'il vous pait!

And we've done tons more things but now, I must go to sleep.

children and airplanes

Observation: 

Children LOVE airplanes right? When they see one, they point and yell, "airplane, airplane!!" and it's a big deal, right? 

Why then, while on an airplane, they detest it beyond belief. They whine, cry, yell, kick the seat in front of them, etc. 

And yet they claim to love airplanes...

Denied

In preparation for our Europe Extravaganza, Alexis and I went to get our legs waxed today.

Lady: Ok... unfortunately, we are not going to be able to shave your legs because your hair isn't long enough. Sorry!

Me:Oh no! That's Ok... we weren't sure how long they had to be...

Lady: Yeah. they have to be about as long as your pinky nail in order for it to work. When was the last time you shaved? This looks like a couple of days...

Me: It's like two weeks...

Are you serious?! I have had hairy legs for two weeks for nothing! And my leg hair has to be as long as my pinky nail? Gross.

So then we left, dejected and forlorn.

But now I'm thinking I will just go all natural. I don't want to be bothering with shaving my legs every day. If there are any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.

I just was on Facebook...

And noticed that a LOT of my friends are married and/or pregnant. Good luck and I'll see you when I get back from 5 weeks in Europe :)

Fourth of July

I know this is a little late, but it's so funny. I had to put it up. Make sure you watch the slow-motion background images.