Saturday, February 26, 2011

i just NUTella-ed my pants [eurotrip]

[above is a photo of me looking very sad in our gross ass sketchy hostel in paris]
hoooo boi do i have a lot to catch up on. i havent blogged since germany! it was f-ing freezing! but anywho, it was an early flight sunday morning into paris. the french dont mess around with their trains; it costs like E10 to ride like 11 blocks and the doors slam shut! swear i almost lost a finger or two. our hostel was possibly the worst hostel i've ever stayed in, and as soon as im done blogging im going to write the most horrible review ever about it. it was the cheapest we could find in paris; it was 20 euro a night as opposed to like 30 or 35 for the other ones. we definitely put price over quality, and it definitely was thee worst decision ever. we had to leave the hostel every day from 11am to 3:30 pm, so they could "clean", which consisted of them re-folding our blanket and picking up the piece of garbage we had. the showers were disgusting, the sheets had shit all over them, the guys would fall asleep at the front counter so anyone could walk in the door and come up to our rooms, these guys knocked on our door every night because they didnt believe we weren't one of their friends; they seemed to think we were lying about not hiding his friend. the 'free breakfast' consisted of a vending machine croissant and a 1/4 of a latte.
total. bullshit. there may have been banana and nutella crepes involved to make up for it. jake and ang only got nutella ones, so i kept making the joke that mine had 'superior potassium'. jake was like, this is so good; i think i just NUTelled my pants. we laughed. so hard.
it wasnt all bad tho, we got to see the Eiffel tower and go up in it at night. if i wasnt such a chicken shit about heights, im sure it would have been beautiful, but instead i was freaking out and getting nauseous the whole time and wasnt happy until we were safe on the ground again. the paris skyline at night is a sight that i will never forget. we thought the tower would be a lot closer to our hostel; turns out it was about 2 1/2 miles away. we walked there and back twice. we walked to the arc de triomphe and almost died before we figured out that you go underground to get to it, NOT run across the street through 21794328942 lanes of cars in a roundabout. the next day we went shopping. i may or may not have bought these amazing Parisian boots that were on sale for E15. theyre GORGEOUS. we went to the louvre and notre dame also.  I WAS AT THE LOURVE. for an art minor, it was incredible. they had renoirs, degas's, michelangelos, and, of course, the mona lisa. jake was a little annoyed at the fact that we walked all the way through the huge ass museum to see something about the size of a sheet of paper, but she was amazing. Notre dame was the most beautiful church ive ever seen [and i can say that because i havent seen the vatican yet. thats next weekend :P] it was incredible. overall, we walked about a total of 10 miles or so in paris. we were EXHAUSTED. our flight on wednesday was another ass-crack-of-dawn flight, and we had to find a way to get to the shuttle that takes us to the other airport thats 2 hours out of the city. we looked it up on my phone, and it turns out my iphone hates us and sent us entirely in the wrong directions. AND we couldnt get a cab. apparently, no cabs will pick anyone up until 8am or some shit. we finally JUMPED in front of this cab and he took us to the bus, which we got the LAST THREE SEATS on the last bus that would be on time for our flight. it almost didnt happen. it was a ryanair flight; so our bags had to be repacked and almost didnt come with us, then the flight was one of the scariest flights of my life. but it landed safely in barcelona. 
barcelona = amazing
it was a sunny  65 degrees the entire time we were there. we found out where our hostel was, and even though we accidently made the reservation for 3 days BEFORE we got there, they still had vacancy and we went up to our rooms. we get inside, and we see that there are 4 'empty' beds. we also found this cup on top of  the lockers [all four of which were used] that said, in spanish, "i have no job, i need help so i can...." then the bottom of the paper was ripped off. WE HAD HOMELESS ROOMMATES. we freaked out, and we couldnt put our stuff in the lockers because they used them all with their hobo-shit. we went and complained to the lady, who was actually very understanding, and she let us keep our stuff in her office. PHEW. they were two italian men, not bad looking at all, that went to bed at like 5 am and slept till 2pm. in barcelona, we thought about maybe possibly going to see something touristy, but instead we found our way to the beach. we did the same thing the second day, and all day the third day. we went shopping in between there, i bought kelly, angelina, and myself a present. my present to myself was this gorgeous leather jacket that looks fabulous on me [it was 45E.] and a super cute navy dress that cost 7E. i wore them both with my new brown boots from paris. i mustve either looked good or the men arent used to seeing women's skin in february, because i got whistled at and catcalled ALL DAY LONG. i just kept quiet until this one guy said something about me really loudly next to me, and i screamed "I CAN UNDERSTAND YOU" in spanish. yeah, he shut up. they thought i couldnt understand them. we definitely stood out tho, we were in dresses and t-shirts and everyone else was all bundled up like it was cold. it was 15 C! i got sunburned! the last day we decided to sit on the beach ALL DAY. we went to this restaurant and had sangria. then another pitcher of sangria. then jake had the brilliant idea of buying a bottle of rum for angela and myself to split. keep in mind this is like, 430 pm. we drank the entire bottle, and by 8pm the sun was setting. we saw these girls going topless swimming and thought it would be a great idea. keep in mind nudity is SO legal in barcelona, even if youre not on a 'nude' beach. so, drunk as we were, the two girls stripped down to our undies and ran into the ice cold Mediterranean sea. and when i say ice cold, i mean like you cant breathe its so cold. it was painful how cold it was. we decided to go big or go home and we took our underwear off too. yes, we skinny dipped in barcelona. i was also too drunk to spell my name. apparently we got burger king, jake helped me back into my clothes, i sang dora the explorer the entire time...not in that order, obvi. i dont remember that. i remember drunkenly telling jake to go check our flight time just to be sure. GOOD FUCKIN THING HE DID, we thought our flight was at 10 pm and it was actually at 10am. we would have been beyond screwed. so, with all three of us still drunk, we got a cab to the airport and jumped on an early flight again. overall the trip was INCREDIBLE, and im sure im forgetting ALOT of awesome things about it, but as it comes back to me ill blog some more about it. as of now i have some homework i should be doing; i just made dinner, [pasta, basil, tomatoes, broccoli, carrots, garlic, and WAY too much olive oil] gorged myself, and now im going to go snuggle with bunny since my room has no power until my roommates are back. its good to back in dublin, i have rome next weekend, st patricks day the following weekend, galway after that, then scotland in april! i love traveling the world!













3 comments:

  1. looks like you guys had a blasty blast and not to mention i have first comment on the picture site haha

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  2. that angela girl is really weird...i'm so sorry you had to spend 9 days touring europe with her, what a crobag.
    you probably bried right in your pants.

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  3. niko, it was amazing. you need to come visit me!!! <3
    ang, she is really weird. she belongs at balzac coffee. i creped my pants i was so weirded out by her.

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