Yeahyeah, I said I'd write it on Friday. Turns out I was busy throwing up/coughing my lungs up. I hope you can all forgive me (and if you don't, I couldn't really care less, heheheh). Turns out Lisa gave me her disease (very kind of her),..
Anyways. I believe I dropped you all off on Saturday night. As you might know (and if you don't, read the post beloow) we slept in like a Paris suburb. It was nice. I woke up around 10am on Sunday, and guess what: brilliant weather! We ate some breakfast, cleaned up our mess and headed back to base. Chilled a tiny bit and then went back down all the stairs!
We went back into the metro, and then headed in some direction (as usual I had no idea where we were going, but we were in Paris so I was pretty much satisfied with anything). Then! We're walking down/across/up some street, when I suddenly start noticing something special..
We were surrounded with stores like this. No wonder they call it "the city of love" eh?
heheheheh. Funnyy. No, this is not why we were walking there, just happened to be a good coincidence! We were heading foooor
The Moulin Rouge! I don't know about all you guys, but I've always loved that movie, and I'm in looove with Ewan McGregor. Omfg, he's so /insert dirty words here/.hehehe
Then we continued to walk further on, and then. More stairs. To see this building..eehm
The stairs leading us to
I don't know how many times I asked where we were, and they said: "Montmartre" And every time I thought to myself; it sounds soo familiar. It didn't hit me, until we were in a certain restaurant, why it was so familiar. I had to facepalm. Montmartre. It's ofc the café where Amélie works. In one of my favorite movies. Hahah, lol'd. But yes, I got to drink coffee at the restaurant where she worked in the film. More than satisfied.
Here we aree. Lisa is holding a secret in her hand!
Then we went back to see the Eiffel tower, because the weather was nice. Personally I think the photos turned out a lot better with the nice weather. Hihi. And theeeeen. I think we went back to the apartment and died a little bit (tired). Eight-ish, we went out to eat at some fancy american restaurant. And guess what! One of the dishes they served were called "Norwegian eggs"! I tried like a million times to take a photo of the menu. But it was to small, too dark, and made me sad inside. Oh, and the irony of that is, like 10 seconds after I found out about the menu, I heard someone talk in Norwegian. It was really funny. They sat there talking about people that you only talk about when you think no one is listening. And I was. Ninja.
The Eiffel tower in nice lighting. Oh so pretty.
Then we went back home again, watched some movies (The Pursuit of Happyness & the sixth sense). Theen, I tried falling asleep, but I couldn't. Dunno why. I think I was really happy. Anyways, we got up around 7.30, the brother was leaving, then the sister had to go to work, and me and Lisa would just walk around and look at stuff for the entire day until we jumped on our train to Zurich (I'll get back to that part.....).
At aabouut 9 we were out and then we went to the train station, paid the stupid people a lot to take care of our suitcases for a few hours and then hit the streets of paris once again. Tourist style.
We did a lot. Erm. What did we do? lol. Well, I'm not sure if I'm writing this in the correct order, but we went to Champs-Élysées, Louvre, Centre Pompidou, Notre Dame, some sweet bridge, and apart form that just walked around looking at whatever we wanted to. Ooh, and we went to this awesome café where they served really cheap and good espresso's, aaand.. the waitor was totally hot. HEHE. Something else that was very funny/sad, was that we found a block/quartier that was great for our kind of shopping (read: cheap and chinese(no offense intended!)). Ofc we barely had any money left. We did however end up with a thing or two. It was an awesome day. I'm really happy we went. I think we're going back. We really want to. Sometime in May. Not only Paris, but like France or something. (hei mamma, kan tenke litt på akkurat ditte og so pønske litt på ka ej ønska mej i bursdagsgave. heheheh neida (joda litt))
Oooooh Champs-Élysées. OOOOOOOH Champs-Èlysées! Singing
From the café with the hot waiter.
This has to be the most bullshit car I've ever seen.
And now. The train ride. My god. First this happens.
No iPod. Great. 7 hours without music. F*** me. I already then knew I was gonna go insane. I mean, I have trouble sleeping in moving vehicles in general, without music it's impossible. Paris-Strassbourg, kid crying. Strassbourg-Zurich a very very strange guy decided so sit next to us. The entire time he talked to himself/me in French. And he was like missing all his teeth but two. Creepy. I also learned you can't rely on any train system but the swiss. We were supposed to be in Zurich at 23.00, and then we had 12 minutes to get to our other train to get back home. We came to Zurich at 23.10, we had two minutes to get to our train. Boy did we run. And we did make it. On the train there were many seats available, things are finally going my way. No. We sit down, start chilling (keep in mind I have no iPod), and then the guys sitting like directly behind us (we had the four seat thing), start jabbin. On English, very loud, and very stupid. I think only one of them was american, cause the other ones had a really strong swiss accent. They. Pissed. Me. Off. When I was stepping off the train, I made sure to hit every one of them with my suitcase on the way out.
Put photo of me being pissed here
The rest of the trip back home (about 30 min), went alright. And then I went to bed. I think I dreamt something funny. But that /make funny voice/ is a completely different story.
Cheers for now