Bonjour!
Sorry we have not written until now, but the one thing you realize about a blog on vacation is that you already have so much to do that writing your journal is the last thing on your mind. (You do it when you can fall upon a unsecured local wireless access point while you are doing laundry!!)
Anyways, this us at the first place we ate in Europe. It was a long trek, so let me get into that a bit
Scott's quick Air travel rant:
I think if it was possible to get to Europe by shoving needles in your eyes, it might be less painful than one of the airlines. We booked six months in advance to secured bulk head an exit seats the entire way in order to find out that the airline decided to condense a few flights down and stick us big folk in regular seating. Needless to say I did some dental work onthe person in from of me for about 12 hours. The trip did go much faster because I brought a bunch of movies on my laptop and we watched movies the entire time. I wanted to read during the second leg, but since the light did not work, we watched more movies.
Anyways, we get to our hotel and, bon!, what a find this place was. Kudos to Kirk Austin for the recommendation! From our balcony, you look to the left and you can see this:
And....if you look to the right:
Needless to say we did a quick happy dance. :)
Our first night out we experienced what they call the "proudness" of the French at the a little restaurant on a side street. Since neither of spoke any real French and they were sure not going to speak English to us, it was a bit exhausting to get through the meal. The meal was saved by a polite old man sitting next to us, Jele', that started up conversation with us in English. A nice guy, and he got nice as we shared our wine with him. We finished up the rest of the night talking to him and was glad to get our one bad dining experience our of the way.
After that experience, every restaurant experience has been great. We try to speak French and they seem to like us trying because they mostly seem to either start speaking in English or they help us get through it!
So for the next few days we have been seeing the sights. On the first night, we walked underneath the Eiffel Tower and watched it as it lights up every hour for about 10 minutes. You see pictures of it, but words really cannot describe its immense beauty. The youth of the area seem to congregate on the lawns every night in front of it.
For the rest of the time we are either walking for taking the red tour bus around town.
Well, it seems like my clothes will be done in a few minutes, so I will leave you with a picture of Lisa and I on the Pont Alexandre III bridge in paris:
Sorry we have not written until now, but the one thing you realize about a blog on vacation is that you already have so much to do that writing your journal is the last thing on your mind. (You do it when you can fall upon a unsecured local wireless access point while you are doing laundry!!)
Anyways, this us at the first place we ate in Europe. It was a long trek, so let me get into that a bit
Scott's quick Air travel rant:
I think if it was possible to get to Europe by shoving needles in your eyes, it might be less painful than one of the airlines. We booked six months in advance to secured bulk head an exit seats the entire way in order to find out that the airline decided to condense a few flights down and stick us big folk in regular seating. Needless to say I did some dental work onthe person in from of me for about 12 hours. The trip did go much faster because I brought a bunch of movies on my laptop and we watched movies the entire time. I wanted to read during the second leg, but since the light did not work, we watched more movies.
Anyways, we get to our hotel and, bon!, what a find this place was. Kudos to Kirk Austin for the recommendation! From our balcony, you look to the left and you can see this:
And....if you look to the right:
Needless to say we did a quick happy dance. :)Our first night out we experienced what they call the "proudness" of the French at the a little restaurant on a side street. Since neither of spoke any real French and they were sure not going to speak English to us, it was a bit exhausting to get through the meal. The meal was saved by a polite old man sitting next to us, Jele', that started up conversation with us in English. A nice guy, and he got nice as we shared our wine with him. We finished up the rest of the night talking to him and was glad to get our one bad dining experience our of the way.
After that experience, every restaurant experience has been great. We try to speak French and they seem to like us trying because they mostly seem to either start speaking in English or they help us get through it!
So for the next few days we have been seeing the sights. On the first night, we walked underneath the Eiffel Tower and watched it as it lights up every hour for about 10 minutes. You see pictures of it, but words really cannot describe its immense beauty. The youth of the area seem to congregate on the lawns every night in front of it.
For the rest of the time we are either walking for taking the red tour bus around town.
Well, it seems like my clothes will be done in a few minutes, so I will leave you with a picture of Lisa and I on the Pont Alexandre III bridge in paris:
posted by Scott & Lisa at 9:35 AM
1 Comments:
Seriously, what is the point of this thing if you're not going to tell us what it's like to be: a) in Paris when the French made the World Cup finals and b) in Italy with the Italians win the whole thing?
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