When our group departs on our Euro-Adventure 2011 we’re going to be flying into Paris either on Christmas Eve or a few days after. I am so excited. Paris hasn’t been my favourite of places in my previous travels but this time I’ll be with my friends and we’ll be 21(well, minus Ames) and ~mature~ and ~adult~ and ~classy~ etc. As soon as we pay for flights it will be real and Paris will be awaiting. HELL YEAHHHHH BOIIIIII
I like to think I’m a spontaneous person but when I actually take the time to exam my life, it turns out I’m actually not.
it’s true. it’s almost 3am (2:42am precisely) and i’m clinging onto my awakeness because at midday tomorrow i depart on my mother flippin’ euro trip 2011. in an attempt to circumvent my flight anxiety, i am trying to severely deprive myself of sleep so that, come boarding time, i’ll just be able to take my seat then pass out from fatigue.
ANYWAY, it’s boxing day and my whole family is asleep, having spent the day eating, unwrapping gifts, eating, playing kinect, eating then eating some more so there’s not much conversation floating about.
and like, there’s blogging but like, shit my brain is currently like “fucccckkk youuuu” and so my fingers are on auto pilot which usually means a veritable shitfest of brain farts and just general things that don’t make sense. but that’s sort of what my whole life is like so maybe that’s normal? i don’t know. but maybe?
i’m also going to read, watch some DVD’s, clean my room then shower. hopefully it’ll be 9am by then and i can get the flip to the airport so i can sleep. O DEAR LORD.
before I went to Amsterdam some peeps were all like “man, amsterdam sucks!” and i was all like “dude…. dude… duuude. c’mon. really? really?” and then went on my merry way holding grave fears for what my brief stay in Amsterdam might bring.
but after seeing it for myself and … trying out all that the city has to offer ($1 peep shows is where it’s at tbh), I came to love that bitch like my own child.
amsterdam was like the europe from Amelie: friendly, bright, picturesque and quaint-as-phuck.
here’s some photos!
man… Paris.
can’t say shit about it other than that it’s like the classy older lady of europe who wears furs and pearls and who you do not sass.
paris, yo. awesome.
so, there’s this thing that “people in love” do all over the world where they write their names on a lock and attach it to a bridge (or a cage surrounding a tree as was the case in Budapest?) then throw away the key. it’s supposed to signify everlasting love though for the pessimists (or the realists?), combination locks are a less permanent way of getting in on the trend without committing to forever.
i snapped some pics of the above in paris and budapest.
