Paris, France

We woke up at 4:30 AM and took a breathtaking (in the scary way, not the awe-inspiring way) cab ride to the airport in Rome. Before long, we were walking the Streets of Paris in the bitterly cold wind and rain. I, being the well-prepared Traveler that I am, realized that we had been plopped in the middle of a strange-languaged Country with no idea where the crap we were. After a visit to a self-cleaning Toilette and the purchase of a map and some Fruit Mentos (both of which we needed for survival), we headed off in a definite direction (kind of) with my rolly Suitcase getting drenched and dirty at my heels.

Finally, we made it to the Arc de Triomphe, walked down the Champ d'Elysees, and ended up at some famous National Garden. Since we are obviously two hot American chicks with many plentiful goods in my Muddy Suitcase, some Parisian man came up and offered to show us the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. Saying "No" in French is pretty much the same as saying "No" in English, so we had to knee him in the groin and run when he didn't get the hint.

After barely escaping the evil clutches of the over-friendly Tour Guide, we managed to find our hostel and then the Louvre (which we literally had to run through because it was closing). After staring at the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo for thirty whole seconds, we searched for a suitable dinner for hours, and after giving up on discovering some hidden Bistro where we might stumble upon Brangelina or Bennifer, we stopped in a local grocery and bought Bread and Cheese. Very exotic.

The next morning, we found the Eiffel Tower, and perhaps more importantly, a Crepe Stand that fed us Breakfast and Second Breakfast. We battled through the throngs of Asian Tourists to get to the second level, which was freezing and windy and freezing. After abandoning the trip to the top for fear of being trampled by the aforementioned Asian Tourists, we wandered around and discovered Notre Dame and more Fruit Mentos (thank God).


Our final stop in Paris was the infamous Moulin Rouge. We looked around for Nicole and Ethan, but they didn't show. We did, however, find several Sex Paraphenalia Shops. And I mean like fifteen in a block. Being innocent and sweet as we are, we covered our eyes and ran underground to catch the Metro home.