Paris, France

This morning we woke up, got showered, got dressed, and then went downstairs to eat the hotel breakfast again. This time we had double espresso. It was so yummy and the little cup is so cute.
After breakfast, we went to our hotel room gathered up our luggage, and went downstairs to the desk to check out, then we got a taxi to take us to St. Pancras, where we had to catch a train to Paris. I was so excited. The Euro Star station, was so huge. It had a bunch of stores in it, including a Chanel store. Drew gave me some notes to get coffee to distract me from the Chanel store. 🙂 I bought my first coffee with a British note.

Image may contain: 2 people, including Danielle Hornyak, people smiling, people sitting Once we got on the train, I made sure to get the window seat, so I could see us arriving into Paris. When the train operator made the announcement that we were in Paris, I instantly freaked out! I was so excited. Right before we arrived to the station, I kept looking around for the Eiffel Tower, and I think I may have caught sight of it for just a moment. I can’t wait to see it! Once we arrived in Gare Du Nord, we followed the signs for taxis. All around us, we could hear the French language. I was in heaven. I was loving it. I heard “Salut, Ca’va, Monsieur?” I saw French police patrolling the station. On our way to the taxi area, a woman approached us and asked if we were looking for a taxi? I said, Yes. She told us to follow her, but we decided against it. It seemed shady. We walked outside and followed the line for the taxis, so apparently there was a demonstration (protest) happening, which was causing all the taxis to be late.
Once we finally got a taxi, it was around 3:30pm-4:00pm Paris time. We were so ready to get to our Airbnb, but so happy to be in Paris. On the taxi ride, I took some pictures out  of the window, we were finally in Paris, my dream city:
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Once we arrived at our Airbnb, I took a picture of the outside of it. Our Airbnb was located in the 9th Arrondissement of Paris. You need a code to get inside the red doors.
Then go past the mailboxes, where you enter another set of codes.No automatic alt text available. Now you are in the lobby of the building, there is a tenant office, a staircase, and a small elevator, that looks like you could only fit one person in it. Drew took the stairs, with two suitcases. I got into the elevator, and I stacked one suitcase on top of the others, so the door would close, automatically. Then I pushed the second floor. Once, I got to the second floor, the doors opened, right in front of me was the door to our Airbnb. Drew came up the stairs at that point with the two suitcases. We used a card key to open the door. You put the card up to the door and turn the door knob to the right then the door, unlocks. You have to do all motions simultaneously for it to work.

Once inside, it looked just like the pictures. We put our suitcases in the bed room, and then we both go showered and got dressed in clean clothes to explore Paris and have dinner at a cafe, and sit outside like Parisians. We stopped at this place called, Cafe Marguerite.

First Night in ParisNow is the time to try out my French. When the waiter came by, I said “Bonjour Monsieur.” he said, “Bonjour.” He handed us our menus. I looked at the menu. It was most certainly in French. My eyes widened a bit. I only had French 1 and 2 in high school. I ordered a glass of Rosé, so I said, “Une Rosé, sil vou pliat.” and smiled. I was really trying here. Drew said, the name of the beer he wanted, and said Sil Vou Plait. I gave him a crash course of French basics, as much as I could before we arrived, plus he heard me speak French here and there.
When it came time to order our dinner. When the waiter came back over, I broke down. I said, “We are Americans. I am trying.” He said, “No problem. I will get you the English menu.” He took our French menus away, and brought back English ones. I sighed. I felt disappointed and bummed. It took the fun out of it for me a little. Drew tried to reassure me that I am doing well. I sneered. I wanted so badly to be good at this and perhaps wanted them to think I was Parisian. It mattered a little to me.
When the waiter came back with the English menus, I have to admit it was easier, but definitely less fun trying to deceiver what everything was. He gave a us a few minutes. I was going to try the chicken and spinach thing with potatoes.
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Drew at first ordered a burger, and the waiter said, “How American of you.” he had a little smile, but not really. We both laughed at the awkwardness. He said, “Okay, what do you suggest?” He said, “Chicken Cordon Bleu.” He said, “alright I will do that. I said to Drew, “You have had it before, however it is not like back home where it comes out of a freezer.” He said, “True.” Dinner was amazing. We had another drink, then thought about going some place else, or calling it a night because we didn’t want to be out and about after dark. We had a day of exploring Paris tomorrow.

When we arrived back at our Airbnb, we got ready to go to bed. The only down fall about our Airbnb is that it did not have air conditioning. It was so hot. We slept with the balcony doors open. We weren’t sure if Eric (the guy that owns our airbnb) was going to come back or not, or if he was gone for the summer and rented his place out, while he was away, but we were never sure if he was going to show up or not. It was 80 degrees while we were in Paris.

 

 

 

Thursday…Yay!

This morning, I got up around 5:15am. I let the dogs out, gave them fresh water, then went back upstairs. I laid in bed with them, until 5:30am then I got up and got a shower. When I came out of the shower, Paris pooped in the bathroom, then in my old bedroom where Drew was sleeping,  and also downstairs. I knew it was her, because before we left Louie went outside and pooped.
When I got dressed, I went downstairs, and fed them. I then sat on the couch with them until we left. I hoped the girl was going to come to take care of them today. I know that last time we used them she forgot to come one day. Luckily, they were okay, and waited until I got home to go to the bathroom, but hopefully that won’t happen today.
When we got to Oakland, we went to Starbucks. I love when he suggests Starbucks. I got a venti PSL with fat free milk and an extra shot of espresso. I do like Dunkin Donut’s pumpkin coffee better, but I won’t turn down Starbucks. When we parted, I went to my building he went to his. I called my mom and talked to her for a bit. Then, I sat down at my desk and started doing some work regarding Summer Fellowships, when all of the sudden the fire alarm went off.
I have to admit. It scared me a little. There is some stuff going down in Oakland today. We have the Westboro Baptist Church coming to protest in Oakland, regarding transgender bathrooms. They don’t like anyone especially homosexuals and Catholics. They are the most hateful assholes, ever. That is the thing that really pisses me off about organized religion. It can really make people so hateful. I don’t think organized religion is the sole determining factor of hate, but it is doesn’t help. In regards to the protests, I am not worried about the Westboro Baptist people. I am worried about the counter protesters. I don’t want Westboro here either, but I am not about to make it a violent situation for everyone. This world is crazy anymore.
When I went outside, I stood away from the building. I saw some of my friends from other departments. They came and stood with me. They were hoping it was for real, so we could go home. I figured it wasn’t, it was just construction, but still it is scary considering what is happening today.
Eventually, the Pitt Police told us we could go back inside. Once I was back inside, Nancy arrived I briefed her on what happened. I called her while we were outside, she was on her way to Oakland. She said, “it is never anything serious.” She may be right, but still I wanted to give her a heads up.
This afternoon is approaching and I am ready to go home and have the day off tomorrow. I have my out of office set up and ready to go on my phone and e-mail. I am just waiting for 4:30pm to get here. This evening, my cousins are due in from Kentucky. They aren’t coming in until like 9:00pm-9:30pm or so. They will be here until Sunday. We have a full weekend planned.
This was the slowest day ever! I had nothing going on, until I got a text from Cassie, saying they would get to my parent’s at about 6pm. I asked Nancy if I could leave early, because they are going to arrive earlier, then expected and I don’t want them to get there and no one would be home, She said, it was okay!
When I finally got to my parents, I let the dogs out and fed them. Then I went up and showered really quick. I put on something comfortable. Then I waited for my cousins to arrive. When they arrived, Sharon looked so thin! She said, she only eats 1 meal a day. I was shocked.
The three of us hung out, until Drew got to the Crafton bus stop, and I took them with me in Drew’s car to go pick him up. When he got into the car, we drove to the beer distributed and picked up a case of Miller Lite. We didn’t have any beer. Sharon wanted to drink a bit before she headed to Monroeville. She called it getting lubed up. Cassie was so excited for the weekend that I had planned for her.
When we got back to my parents’ house, we ordered pizza and had a few beers. We chatted about the family drama and how she doesn’t want to go to Marilyn’s in Monroeville. She did leave around 9pm or so. Shortly after that, we all got ready for bed. Cassie and I had a long day ahead, and Drew had to work the next day.