Bonjour Deaux!
Although we are currently not in Paris I will write about the end of Paris. The Blog was stalled by a few things (which I will go into later), but for now. I will talk about Paris.
If you go to Paris, a good tip from my parents and a good way to get your bearings in the city is to ride the Les Carres Rouges (The Red Cars). The red buses have open air 2nd floor tops and they ride all around the famous spots and landmarks of Paris. Lisa and I started our second day on the buses and trotted all over Paris.
We did some shopping in their downtown district a bit and walked all over. This time of year crowds are plentiful and weather is served up hot. Luckily there are vendors and small cafes that served wine, beer, and water so you can relax.
The next day Lisa and I hit the Louvre, which is no museum that you have ever seen before. The place is huge!!! We bought some audio guides, but there is so many works of art in that place and only every 20th object had an audio message. Still, we saw what most people come to the Louvre to see....and I do not mean Tom Hanks bowing over the inverted pyramid (I was looking for him!):
I found out that Mona Lisa means "My Dear Lisa," so that has been her nickname for the rest of the trip.
So, yes, we were in Paris when France beat Portugal to go to the finals in the world cup. We were staying in a hotel close to the Eiffel Tower, which is not too close to downtown. The mayhem you might have saw on the streets was over the river from us, but we did toast with our waitress to France's victory.
We almost thought we got away from the crazy Parisians and the world cup frenzy, but we were wrong. All night they drove by honking and yelling some crazy France talk. About 4:30am, with no sleep, and knowing we needed to check out the next day to go to our next destination, Lisa and I decided to join them. We popped open a bottle of wine, squeezed out on the balcony, and listened to the cars and vespas drive by. We were serenaded for the next 60 minutes by some kids playing guitar and singing Bob Marley songs. We finally got to bed around dawn.
Then...like an abc miniseries or a VH1 "Behind the Music".....disaster struck.
The next day we wake up around 10:00 am and the first thing Lisa says to me is:
"I think I have the flu."
The poor girl was in bed all day until we left for the train station around 5:00. Paris's underground subway went directly the train station, which made it an easy route for us. The part Paris did not tell us and we got to find out on our own was the last three subway stations were closed, so we had to hop on a bus to get to the train station.
(Lisa's notes: noooo, no no no, Scott is too nice. The subway system is very nice if it is just you and a tiny little purse and you don't mind shoving your way on to the train. I had a woman turn around backwards and shove her ASS in first and lets just say I had someone's armpit in my face while trying to pick up my luggage at the same time.)Now I want you to imagine this for a second: Lisa, who had had chills, stomach cramps, could not hold down food all day, packed up her clothes, got on a crowded subway system for about 30 minutes (standing up the whole time and holding her luggage), got onto a crowded, smelly bus for another 30 minutes, and walked about another mile to the train station. She did this all without complaining or wanting to turn back. (Back off guys! She is with me!)
(Lisa's notes: Well, my only hope is that we never evolve to be able to read minds, cuz I was cussing God and everyone out... I was about to start asking for my mommy, I was in so much pain; the bus ride... was the worst.)
VENICEWe took the overnighter and arrived in the Venice the next day. Lisa tossed and turned all night, stomach cramps and chills the whole time. When we got to Venice, we took a 45 minute boat ride to our hotel which was luckily about 20 steps from the vaporetto(Venice Ferry).
I will let Lisa get into how nice Venice is, but before I do, I will explain to you what the first 3 days in Venice were like:
- Day 1:Lisa still is very sick and nothing has changed. The chills subside for a bit with ibruprofen, but nothing ever lasts.
- Day 2: She is still the same and has not held down anything for 3 days now. We thought maybe all the travel was the problem, so staying in one place might do the thing. We were wrong.
We called a doctor in the morning. Unlike the US, they still make house calls in Venice! He diagnosed her with a bad bacteria from food in Paris, gave her antibiotics and some immodium and was on his way.
(The doctor scared me, he screamed at me... "You drinka TEA.... and eeSTOP! ehhhh Nothing else. If you go to the hospital... they give you TEA. No coke, no wine, no beera. Just TEA... AND eeSTOP!) - Day 3:
Well...the doctor was a nice enough guy, but he missed something because Lisa, even with drugs has still not changed.
(Lisa's notes: Scott keeps talking about what Lisa did, he was amazing and helped me through one of the most painful parts of my life and was there every step of the way. I broke down a couple of times from being in pain for so long and also because I was in a beautiful place and neither of us could enjoy it. He was so understanding and was the most caring individual I could have asked for... If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have made it. If I didn't know it before, I know it now... I have the most incredible man for a boyfriend and I will appreciate him every day...Thank you HONEY)
So let me tell you what Lisa did again:
With no food for at least 3 days, she walked across the island to Venice to the hospital so we could get her checked in. After finally having some nice old man help us, we found the urgent care and checked her in.
Her prognosis: A stomach bacteria and total dehydration.
Before:
And after about 1.5 liters of IV: