Paris Je t'aime...

Now I know this isn't strictly about Spain but I did fly from Spain to Paris and back to Spain, and reverting back to my Parisian blog for one post did seem a little silly.

So on Thursday evening we went to a tapas bar, I know, unusual for us, but however this time there was a conversation exchange type charade happening. After building up the courage to go over to the very large group of Spanish people we introduced ourselves and they were very lovely. After an evening of discussion ranging from the death penalty to the best places to eat in Asturias we left, very happy and intending to go back this week!

Friday began my Parisian adventure after some debacle getting on the bus to the airport, not realizing you couldn't buy tickets on the bus, asking the bus driver to please wait while I ran to the ticket machine in the station and finally setting off I made it to the airport and through security with no problems other than a slightly violent pat down by the Spanish security. 

The flight was interesting, but that's what you get when you book random cheap flights to Paris. There were 2 types of people on the plane; excited Spanish people chattering away and craning their necks out of the window to see Paris and then me. We finally landed and I made my way via bus and metro to meet Robbie at his new luxury 'costa pays for everything for me' apartment. After finally finding me among hundreds of people milling around we exchanged an emotional hello and walked back to the apartment exclaiming about how fun it was we were both in Paris. We then went to Equinox for tea, because when in Paris, go to the restaurant that does cheap but lush food. I disappointed myself in being too full for pudding, then we headed back in the pouring rain, drunk wine, caught up and slept. 

The next day we headed to Gare du Nord, wandered round aimlessly trying to find the ticket booths so Robbie could buy a Navigo, which Costa were paying for of course, found the ticket booth, saw the queue, laughed and went to wait for Olivia. After another emotional hello, full of yet more exclaimations of how fun it was that we were all in Paris together, Robbie headed off to work and myself and Olivia met up with Lorna, Mel and Lorna's friend Hannah and went for steak, because as much as I love chorizo, sometimes I just need a steak. Then we said an emotional goodbye to Olivia as she headed home before starting the second half of her Year Abroad in Spain. 

Sober.

I then had an afternoon of pretending to be a tourist, well actually no longer pretending, I was an actual tourist. Meandered down the Champs-Elysées, round Pere Lachaise cemetery before heading to hotel de ville. I went into BHV and everything was normal, I came back out and there were motorbikes EVERYWHERE. I'd accidentally got caught up in some protest, the French love a good protest. So I elbowed my way through and walked to the next metro station to head back to the apartment. When Robbie finally got in from work we headed to the local French delicatessen before heading out. Yup we had a McDonalds. Had a fantastic cocktail fuelled/ french speaking night with some brilliant people before catching a taxi back.

Just to prove I was there.

Once I'd dragged my hungover self out of bed on Sunday we headed to Jardin de Tuilleries for a stroll before Robbie headed off to work. Then I met Lorna and Hannah again by the tower and played tourist for a bit longer, had a crepe before setting off back to the airport. Now, I got to the metro station where the bus to the airport goes from only to be greeted by several police officers saying that only one exit was open, this had protest written all over it. I had to divert to another metro station to get the bus, but finally made it to the airport. 

After a turbulance filled flight and a bus ride I made it back to my flat, shattered but having had such a good weekend! 

This weeks aim, to go to uni.