After an Italian breakfast of sausage, scrambled eggs, apple pastry and the best coffee (tasted like less sweet coffee ice cream) at our hotel, we were prepared for the four hour tour of the Vatican City in Rome. The bus departed early at 7:30 a.m. (aka 8 a.m. Italian time) on Saturday morning near our hotel. We were …
The Time I Lived the Baguette Life
The baguette life is basically code for the Parisian life, if you ask me. Since yesterday was a free Sunday, I was able to go to the market and get nectarines, an avocado, a baguette and a grilled poulet (chicken) for my excursion. I felt very French because I spoke to everyone in French and …
The Time of my Cheese Dessert
On Wednesdays, we go to the market. I got some baby cucumbers, strawberries, a ham bread for breakfast, and a leather purse for myself as a souvenir. One of the stall workers at the market, upon hearing my English, asked where I was from ("England or America?"), then proceeded to say "California or Texas?" I …
The Time I Climbed 1,091 Stairs
Yes, 1,091 stairs in one day because Notre Dame has 387 and the Tour Eiffel has 704. But apparently 387 + 704 = 2 amazing views. Today we got up extra early to leave at 9 am for Chateau de Vincennes, a medieval castle! It was like a fairytale castle, except the real thing in …
The Time of the Ironic 4th of July
This morning we set off to one of Teo's London recommendations - Portobello Market in Notting Hill. It was about a 40 minute bus ride, but so worth it when we got there to see the adorable little town houses with colorful doors and paint. It was a lot more quaint and local-esque than central …