The footsteps of a trip

“The time to enjoy a European trip is about three weeks after unpacking.”

-George Ade, an author I've been looking at lately sort of like Mark Twain

I am home again.  Arrived home about 2 weeks ago and have spent the time sort of jumping back into things somewhat, and just acquainting myself more slowly again with the life I have here.  It is certainly what we would call "a transition time" .  Yeah, and also planning the next trip of course, because as I've mentioned to a few people, travel is like cocaine for the mindset: highly addictive.

I am a listmaker. As well as using them for the usual purpose of remembering stuff or organizing thoughts, or your grocery list, I also think they tell stories. I've been pressing myself to keep this blog updated the whole time, but I found it so hard to make myself sit down and write completely as I was experiencing things, because I didn't want to spend my time in Europe writing about my time in Europe. So now, as I've been home about two weeks, I've had some time to sit and reflect on it all, re-remember things and look at some pictures I haven't even really looked at yet. It seems surreal, like I was never there, yet the pictures and moments are crystal clear in my mind. I think about 9% of the stories of this trip are up here; thus, its quite lacking. :-)  There is more yet that I will write, and some of it I will post up here. The trip is not over yet.

And so, a list of all the basic steps of my trip, or places I had some sort of significant experience in (determining significance is the hard part) This is a list for me as much as you, lovely reader.

Paris, France

Interlaken, Switzerland

Gimmelwald, Switzerland

Rome, Italy

Bari, Italy

Patras, Greece

Athens, Greece

Thessaloniki, Greece

Istanbul, Turkey

Sofia, Bulgaria

Zagreb, Croatia

Ljubljana, Slovenia

Budapest, Hungary

Prague, Czech Republic

Kutna Hora, Czech Republic

Prague, Czech Republic

Pilzen, Czech Republic

Vienna, Austria

Innsbruck, Austria

Bregenz, Austria

Winterthur, Switzerland

St. Gallen, Switzerland

Kreutzlingen, Switzerland

Stuttgart, Germany

Berlin, Germany

Lund, Sweden

Copenhagen, Denmark

Stockholm, Sweden

Lund, Sweden

Berlin, Germany

Amsterdam, Netherlands

Bruges, Belgium

Ghent, Belgium

Cerbere, France

Barcelona, Spain

Bordeaux, France

Paris, France

Lansing, Michigan

Topkapi Palace, Istanbul, Turkey
hint: hit Ctrl + to make the pictures bigger

The Libyan Sibyl, Sistine Chapel

The Sistine Chapel is a very serene place, accompanied by the sounds of 2000 digital cameras and guards yelling out "QUIET!" every few minutes.  This was the point in time where the guards seemed to have given up yelling "NO PHOTO!" and just didn't care anymore.

An Ode To Train Travel 10/26/10

Sunrise from train, somewhere in Serbia

Hamburg Hauptbahnhof

An Ode To Train Travel 10/26/10

So far on this trip, 90% of my traveling has been done on trains, save the occassional ferry or bus. I have become the biggest proponent of train travel ever, and I especially with a pass if you're going long distances. On trains, you have your stuff with you with access to it, you can get up and walk around, sometimes there are nice observation cars with big windows, there's really nothing to keep track of except that you get off at the right station. Its not like driving where you have to stay awake and maintain alertness throughout, usually you get to see a lot of pretty views out the window, and most of all, you can physically feel the distance that you are traveling. Plane travel is a little like cheating in this way. Planes are necessary of course for getting places far away quickly, but its sort of like teleportation—snap and you're there. You don't even have any concept in your mind of how far you've traveled. On trains you've actually seen a lot of where you're traveling. You get to see more of the country and landscape that way.

Oh and by the way, did you know that they have train ferries? Yes. I rode one over the water from Copenhagen, Denmark to Malmo, Sweden. Your train drives onto a ferry, you leave all your stuff in the train, go upstairs to the people part, where there are outdoor decks and a restaurant and a few stores. You ride the ferry for about 45 minutes, then go back downstairs and get back on the train. The ferry docks, the train drives off and away you go.

And train passes. They are much more expensive now than they used to be, but I have a Eurail Global pass which allows me to travel on pretty much any train in 22 different countries within a limited timespan (15 travel days within 2 months in the case of my pass, you can get different ones) They're so nice because you can usually just step on any train you want and it makes it so easy to change your plans. The only annoyance is making seat reservations in advance for certain busier trains. You have to pay extra for reservations, but usually only 5-10 euros (about $6-12)

On this particular train ride (I was going from Berlin, Germany to Lund, Sweden, I happened to make a few friends—a Guatamalan guy studying in Germany for his masters degree and a Swedish woman from Lund who is a professor of comparative literature at a university in Germany. I talked to them for almost the whole 5 hour train ride, so the time passed quickly. Meeting people is fleeting while traveling. You may sit and talk to someone for three hours on a train, and then finally learn their name, and then say, ok, well it was nice talking to you. Happy travels and I'll most likely never see you again. People you spend a little more time with, you might trade emails or facebook with (I've used facebook so much more traveling...its the wave of the future). And then, sometimes you go to actually visit a few of the people you've met.

For instance, I met this cool girl from Switzerland on the day and a half long complicated train ride across Bulgaria, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia. We just started talking and were also hanging out with this group of 4 Scottish boys on their way to Bled, a city in northern Slovenia (its supposed to be really nice despite the name). I thought I was going to head toward Budapest, Hungary when I had to change trains in Belgrade, Serbia, but through the course of hanging out, I just decided to go with them to Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia. We had a really fun time for a couple of days hanging out in Ljubljana even though the country was experiencing some epic floods. And later when Anna had to leave to start the school year again, she said I should come visit her in Switzerland if I had the chance. And I did so I did, and it was really really cool. And now I have some new real friends, not just traveling ones I'll probably never talk to again.

Autumn Mountain Alive--Innsbruck, Austria

Innsbruck, Austria home of the 1968 and 1972 Winter Olympics and home to schöne schöne mountains.  I came from Vienna, and before that Plzen and Prague, Czech Republic where it had been cold, grey and rainy for about 2 weeks.  And then Innsbruck: 3 of the most beautiful autumn days Ive ever seen.  I dont know if iäve mentioned this before, but i think it must be a requirement for every single European city to have a river running through it.  At least pretty much every one I`ve been to so far has one.  Its great for navigating around the city; I get lost a lot less because the river guides me.  Anyway, Inn, the river running through Innsbruck ('bruck' means bridge in German) was beside Melanie and I as we sat drinking coffees in our t-shirts at a cafe.  These mountains make me come alive.  We climbed up to the Atzleralm (I think I spelled that right), one little point up in the mountains, where there was a nice restaurant and fantastic view.  Lots of hikers and mountain bikers here.  Its a university town so lots of students as well.
      While I was here I stayed with an Austrian friend, Melanie who I met when I was about 12.  Her family comes from Alberschwende, in Voralberg, a northwestern region of Austria.  Some family friends we have from Stuttgart, Germany have a summer place they go to in Alberschwende which is across the street from Mela's house.  When I visited once with my family we met Melanie, and now she lives in Innsbruck, with 4 really cool roommates who entertained me very well when she wasnt there.  I stayed in her bedroom while she stayed over at her boyfriend's apartment, so it worked out wonderfully.  I had 3 or 4 relaxing beautiful days, struggling with my German, somewhat following conversations, but the talking is so freaking fast for me to follow!!  determined it must get better for next time.

Hostel Life, or the Lives of Homeless People With Money

Living in hostels itself is a culture. For those who have traveled in Europe at all before, they're really common in pretty much every city in Europe. Finding them is easy enough, often you get recommendations from other travelers for the places you're going, or just research on the internet a little and read people's reviews or read your tourbook. (I've been using 2 tour books Lucie and I scored for 2 euros apiece at a bookstore back in Rome. One is called Let's Go! Eastern Europe, and the other one is called Let's Go! Western Europe. They were 2 euros because they're a year old, and in English, they've become my bibles, telling me what I need to do and see and eat and drink everywhere)

What is a hostel like, you might ask? A good hostel is clean, in a good location, has free wifi and computers and has lots of comfortable communal areas for people to hang out in. Oh, and a nice kitchen. Other perks of a lot of hostels include a bar, a musical instrument room in the Vienna hostel's case, hammocks in the summer in the Budapest hostel's case, pool tables, bikes, etc. The people that work there can usually tell you all kinds of stuff to do, places to eat, etc and usually give you a map of the city. In Budapest, Prague and Vienna I had this amazing little map called a SpyMap that I think is made specifically for backpackers and has all the public transport info on it, and recommended restaurants, cafes, bars, shops that backpackers would be interested in. These maps also give you useful phrases in the language, such as “I'll have one of those”, “Have you washed your hands?” and “Please, may I fondle your buttocks?” which I said to a waiter as a joke in Hungarian because of a bet. (He cracked up when he saw me reading it off my map.)

Basically a hostel is a hotel you come to to make friends, meet other travelers, sleep in the same room with a lot of people. (That's the part that can get annoying...some people spend like an hour rustling their crinkly plastic bags around packing their stuff at 6:30 in the morning. Actually a lot of people do that.) Ear plugs and an eye mask prove quite useful in hostels. In a good hostel, you always meet people so easily, often within the first hour of being there. And being alone, you actually meet and go out of your way to make friends and find people to do stuff with much more easily. And I love hostels because everyone is traveling, everyone is from different places, everyone has stories to tell and everyone is very open to just making plans for dinner or the next day with the friends you met an hour ago. I've met some of the most interesting people on this trip, and I'm genuinely sad that I will probably never see the majority of them again, especially because, although I've gotten many people's contacts, there are so many I hung out with that I didn't get.

I've met opera singers from the UK, parachute packers from Australia working in Berlin, chefs, musicians, biologists, carpenters, sailors, med students, expats, commercial divers, engineers, photographers, a girl from Australia who left home at 17 and has been working all over Europe for the past 2 years, and many many many more. Lots of students, and lots of professionals as well. The people traveling for a long time are the ones I often have the best conversations with. People from Australia, South Korea, Japan, China, Philippines, UK, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Russia, Estonia, Latvia, Ukraine, Albania, and probably so many more than that as well as people from all the countries I've been in, and right now I believe the count is at 12 countries, hopefully to 18 by the time I leave.

This is something that can never be replicated in one's own country. I almost venture to say its kind of a political act, and one that certainly brings countries and cultures together, you're constantly learning and trying and experiencing, and you have so much fun in the process. The culture of true backpacker hostels is one I am fully in favor of and that may even build more peaceful societies in our highly global world. Anyone who knows me, knows travel is under my skin, that it has grown to form the basis of so much of what I believe in and the discovery and understanding of other cultures should be a part of every educational curriculum. 

Travel is not, as someone has suggested to me at one point in time, an activity for the rich, or even for the middle class. Backpackers are not rich. These hostels I speak of? Could be $5 per night, depending on where you are. Most good hostels you can find for under $18 per night, but of course it depends on the city. Its not something you have to have friends in other places to go to and be cheap. Ever heard of Couchsurfing? (If not, check it out) Free places to stay, by normal people, and a built-in tour guide to give you the insider's view of your surroundings. I've realized on this journey that I have a lot more under my belt in terms of traveling that most people. I want more people to travel. And I don't mean isolating yourself in a 4-star hotel bubble where you get the tourist-catering and types of foods you're used to in your own country. Travel is getting in there, experiencing something DIFFERENT from your norm and learning the things you love and don't love about it. As well as challenging yourself and fine tuning and thinking and rethinking. In short, I have a sense of freedom and hope like I've never had before.

The Night We Went To The Opera-- Vienna , Austria

I don't know a lot about operas at all. But when I was in Vienna, or rather, when I was in Budapest, I gained a mild interest in going to the opera since I was in these European cities with famous operas, and figured, why not? So I didn't go in Budapest, but stayed in a hostel with a British girl who is a professional opera singer, and you wouldn't have thought it to look at her, because she was about half my size. But anyhow, in Vienna, I read that they have very very cheap student tickets, like 4 euros, where you get to go to the opera and stand at the back in this open part, kind of like the groundlings at ancient Shakespeare performances. I friend I made at the my hostel, Jake, and I made the trek to the Staatoper, excited for this new bit of culture we were about to experience, only to find the Puccini opera playing that night sold out. Drat. So the following night we made our plans a little better, and arrived to the Staatoper 2 hours before to snag some 4 euro tickets, (where normally you can get the best seats at the Vienna opera for I think $300) The line was massive to get in everywhere, and I was so impressed by how excited people got for the opera. Fur coats, floor length dresses, lots of gold and marble, required coat check, it was like I'd entered another era. At the intermission, people drank wine out on the terrace, beautiful old women powdered their noses in the powder room, and the coat check man got annoyed with me because I added my sports zipup to my coat (he looked at me like, don't you know there's like a dress code here? Or I figured that was what he was thinking, to which my response was...you go backpacking for 3 months, and still look very classy apart from your sports zipup for added warmth, jerkface)

       

Forgive me, those who may be well acquainted with the idiosyncrasies of the opera, but this was a phenomenal new experience for me. The theater was large but very intimate, you felt like you were really close to the stage from everywhere. Box seats lined nearly the entirety of both sides. The biggest, sparkliest chandelier I've ever seen covered the ceiling, probably 15 feet across. A full orchestra came in, a men's and women's chorus, and then the main singers. This was like a performance of an opera without the play part of it, so they were singing the parts, and acting them out somewhat, but wearing regular dresses and tuxes. There were little screens every couple seats that translated the Italian lyrics into German and English, so we actually knew what was going on. It was about a king and queen and the queen had an affair and then the king found out and everyone was trying to poison each other. Not the best plot ever, but I don't think that was the main point. One of my favorite parts was when they were singing for like 20 minutes about the glories of the wine of Cyprus and how its the best wine and no one could possibly make a greater wine than them and all the fools who say otherwise are idiots. As I said, its the music which I cannot recreate here.

I cannot describe to you what the voices sounded like, but I will briefly try. It was AMAZING. The lead female was a blond very robust woman probably in her 50s wearing this sparkly silver dress, it looked fantastic. And her voice, some of the things she could sing, some of the notes she held, I really couldn't believe what I was hearing. She and the lead male, the king, who had a phenomenal huge voice as well had a few songs together that were indescribable the voices were so rich and the harmonies sounded so good.

Jake and I both were pretty much floored as neither of us had been to an opera like this before. We stood the whole 2 ½ hour performance and it was worth every penny. Next time I'm in Vienna, I want to have a seat and be a real part of the action, and bring my floor length dress and fur stole. But 4 euros to even witness that cannot be beat.

Praha (sounds better than Prague I think)

Ok, now I've finally published a bunch of older posts written over the past few weeks.  I'll catch up with a bit on Athens, Istanbul, Sofia, Ljubljana, Budapest and currently Prague soon (I promise!)   Enjoy this and more to come soon!  Sorry for the lack of pictures right now, I am lazy and there are so many pictures its hard to make an album.  And I'm trying to figure out a good background..sorry if its hard to read right now.  I'm being begged to sign out right now and go do something.  Cheers!

Ferry from Bari, Italy to Patras, Greece

here I am on a boat sailing from Bari, in southern Italy, to Patras, Greece. It feels magical, and lucie and I are so excited. We did a great job traveling and figuring out a lot of problems today. Neither of us thought with all the complications that arose that we would actually be sleeping on this boat tonight, but nevertheless, here we are. Every leg of the long journey today was close, but it all worked out. Neither of us have ever been on a boat for this long. We got on in the rain, the first rainy day we've had since being here. The whole train ride was very taxing...Italian trains are decidedly a lot less organized than Swiss or French trains. First we got to the Rome Termini station with plenty of time to make our reservation, then no one would help us when we couldn't actually find the train we were planning on getting on. (We did talk to 2 very unhelpful Information people) Then, we waited in the reservation line twice, 40 minutes each time, to talk to the same very incompetent woman who was so impressed when, after our first train was already full so we couldn't make a reservation, we actually figured out another route that would work and get us to Bari to the ferry to Greece by 16:00, to avoid staying in Rome an extra day. (We asked her to tell us if there was another route the first time we waited in the line, and she said there was nothing, so we just figured it out for ourselves.) She proceeded to have a big computer glitch as she was processing our tickets and almost made us miss the train we did make a reservation for...erg. Sometimes you really must take matters into your own hands and not depend on the people whose jobs it is to help you, especially if they don't seem to know what they're doing. Actually no one checked any of our tickets the whole day and we were on 3 or 4 different trains.. I really can't complain..my whole journey today-3 trains, a very sketchy taxi ride that fortunately occurred with a few other people and now an overnight ferry, coupled with my Eurail pass, was a whole 42 euros. We went across Italy and are now crossing the sea to Greece. Waking up at 5:45 to see the sunrise. A Titanic-themed photo shoot may commence afterword.

Quick Thoughts--Roma, Italia, and some Paris

~Working at the Travelers Club has educated me a great deal on beer. I know at least one of the main beers everywhere I've been so far.

~”Fifteen different churches and no bakery. This isn't like France” -Lucie

~Je ne parle pas Francias. I don't speak French

~This sounds cheesy, but seeing some of the impressionist paintings in real life really brought tears to my eyes. I could feel my heart almost stop.

~There are a whole lot of really stupid tourists. I know I'm a tourist too, but the really stupid ones annoy me.

~There are a whole lot of really stupid tourists in art museums. When you're seeing Manet for the first time, it is inappropriate to discuss your business transactions and the bad weather in New York really loudly with your colleague for half an hour.

~There comes a point where you can easily predict not only whether people are tourists (not too difficult) but where they come from. For instance, some Eastern Europeans in Rome, often very overdressed, as told to me by an American tour guide Lucie and I met.  It is kind of comical to watch men helping their wives or girlfriends navigate very uneven terrains like cobblestone streets, or climbing the rocks to the Acropolis for instance, because they decided it was good common sense to go out on vacation with stiletto heels the size of the Eiffel Tower.  Fashion hurts.  Americans are easiest of all to pick out. We stick out like a sore thumb with the fanny packs and safari-esque clothing and loud use of English. I try to not do any of these things, but I do have a hard time putting my fanny pack away.

~Maybe I should retitle this, thoughts on tourists.

~There may be a valid reason to tell people to cover their shoulders when entering churches in Rome. No, your less than bum-length transparent white skirt with the pink thong underneath does not look like you have class. Anywhere.

~Backpacking makes you come to accept the fact that you don't look quite yourself all the time. And you look kind of dorky sometimes. (Or maybe cool, when people see you can carry your entire life on your back, turtle-shell style) But this is well-understood backpacker philosophy and no one really cares. And frankly, I don't care that much anymore about my clothes, or how clean they always are.

~This sounds superficial, but I like to check out hot, interesting, and cool-looking people while traveling, or walking in a new place. Who doesn't? Once in awhile one of them talks to you, and that's fun too.

~I love coffees. Especially in Europe they ain't no Starbucks (although Starbucks does exist here) Tiny cups with tiny saucers. And it often comes with a really high quality chocolate coated hazelnut on the side.

~I must learn more languages. Must.

~Part of travel is accepting the fact that you are forced to be like a child a lot, and not understand anything going on. But ask a lot of questions, just to be sure of the things you need to know, or you'll surely be screwed.

~Travel is taking moments to stop, think, wait, write, sit. Lucie and I do that very well together. We talk a lot to each other, and there are lots of silent moments which we each take our own time and give each other our own space as well. That is so important.

~You can find anything in Paris. Anything. Stores just for metal drawer handles. Or for Tunisian desserts.

~In Kenya I wanted to blend in so much, not take pictures, look like the tourist. Now I don't care and I take pictures when I feel like it. And ask the questions I need to without worrying about looking stupid. I AM the stupid one here—I don't speak the language and still need to know stuff!

~There are so many foods I need to make once I'm home. And so many books to read. And so many movies to watch. And so many languages to learn. And so many Lonely Planet books to drool over. There is so much more traveling to be done.

~This entire trip is basically planning the future trips for all the stuff I'm missing or want to stay at longer. So far, Ireland backpacking, Italy trip, Eastern Europe trip, along with the Russia, India, Southeast Asia, and South America trips I want to do.

~I love art. I really don't like art museums. Except the Villa Borghese. Heartstopping. And I saw with my own eyes just how amazing Bernini is. The pictures we weren't allowed to take just wouldn't describe it in the slightest. I just wish they let you stay in there more than 2 hours. There are just so many better ways to experience art than in a sterile quiet environment where you feel like you'll always get in trouble and have to move along all the time and go the right direction. The Villa Borghese itself is such a work of art.

~In our fast and connected world, we are able to walk by paintings and at a glance go, yeah, I like that. No, I don't like that. I want to spend time with like 10 paintings at a time in a whole day. You get art fatigue after awhile and it doesn't impact anymore.

~I love the dogs and cats in these cities. They seem stray but people feed them. Some have collars but just wander. And you can always find friends to pet for a few minutes.

~Why is ice cream so good here?

~Picture menus are awesome.

The Day We Decided To Take The Metro--Paris, France

Bad decision. After using the velos all over the city for awhile, for some reason one evening, Lucie and I decided to take the metro back to her apartment. Some weird stuff had happened shortly before that and the energy wasn't so good. Then, in the middle of a tunnel, the metro stopped and the electricity went off. People on metros throughout the world always look so bored to me and like they don't care at all, while I always spend time being nosy and checking out the other people around me on metros, maybe because the novelty of them hasn't worn off yet. This was the first moment on a metro though that I've been on where people started looking around and wondering what was going on. An announcement came that there was some sort of accident on the tracks ahead of us and we couldn't go forward, so after a few more minutes of the lights going on and off in the metro tunnel, we went back to the station where we started. As we had to get across town, couldn't take the metro, and didn't want to take a bus or taxi, we decided to do the velos. Lucie didn't have enough money on her bank card to get a new one-day pass, but I still had mine from the day before, so it was 2 girls, 1 bike.

I sat on the back first while Lucie pedaled, still in her office attire, while I struggled to keep my bum from sliding to the front of the seat to give her an inch or two of space to sort of sit on my lap. Then we switched spots after awhile. I don't think anyone looked twice. I don't know, I didn't look.

Another time I had to ride home barefoot the day my sandal broke.  Hippie.

Way Too Many Tourists

I saw the best tourists ever today. Scene: standing out in the sun on a lovely day waiting in line with 500 or so of my fellow tourists waiting to get into the Musee d'Orsay in Paris, home to many of the most famous paintings in the world, naturally a tourist haven. Ahead of me in the line, I saw what seemed to be one of those hats with an umbrella on top poking out of the crowd. Oh, this is going to be good, I thought. As the people came into view, the woman in this family was the wearer of the hat, her black and white jogging suit and rhinestone bedazzled glasses reflecting in the sun. Her backpack matched her husband's as well as her 12 year old daughter's, who was wearing equally bedazzled glasses (except the girl's had stars). Her husband had on one of those khaki safari hats, which was covered in souvenir pins, one of them matching his shirt which barely covered his protruding belly and bore the image of a French flag and proclaimed Welcome to Paris on it. If I were a pickpocket, I'd know my target.

On the other hand, I, being far more sophisticated, was asked for directions a total of three times that day. I hoped it was because I looked so French. Too bad my cover was blown the second I opened my mouth and said, No Francias. I was able to help 2 of them out though.

Velo Love--Paris, France

So there is this amazing bike rental system in Paris that I think every city in the world should adopt. I have been biking my butt off all over the city once Lucie introduced me to them (ok mostly I was with her, but I was by myself some too.) There are bike stands all over the city with these special bikes and all you have to do is have a bank card (preferably one that works, mine wouldn't, Lucie helped me out)

and you promise to pay 150 euros if you steal the bike, then you get a little card and Voila, grab a good bike. You can bike for free for up to 30 minutes, and when you're finished, just hook the bike back into another of the little bike stands, which are all over the city. If you're almost to 30 minutes and don't want to start paying for the bike, just hook it back up to a stand nearby for a minute or two, then grab a different bike for another 30 minutes. Isn't that sweet? I shouldn't even have to ask.

An added bonus to this system is the way bike lanes have been integrated into every part of the roadways. Bikes go along the right side of the road sharing with the bus lanes which are often separated with a concrete barrier from the regular lanes, or sometimes there are bike lanes along the sidewalk. Its all really well marked, and because of the popularity of these bikes, cars are all used to watching for them all the time. Paris introduced this system 4 or 5 years ago, and since then all larger French cities now have these bikes. I think the rest of the world should follow suit.

As an addendum, since I actually wrote this a few weeks ago, after being in other cities with similar systems like this (Rome for example) Paris' system is definitely the best integrated and seems to be most widely used. You see people everywhere riding these very industrial looking grey bikes that look impossible to break.  They had the same thing in Roma, but there is no room to bike, plus all the streets are cobblestone and narrow, and we never actually saw any bikes on the racks.  In Paris people actually use them, or in some cases, 2 people use one.

Bienvenue a Paris

So its about time I got my blog started up. Hello all, this is Alexandra, an aspiring world traveler, with the lofty goal of visiting as many places in the world as she can before she dies. 24 before 24 I decided on...24 countries before the age of 24. I think I'll be there by the end of this trip. (Europe makes that easier) I landed in Paris on Wednesday, August 19 and was picked up by the famed Lucie Wa', a French exchange student I knew in high school and got to be great friends with. Now we've been hanging out seeing each other for the first time in 5 years! Not a lot has changed between us and we've been having a ball. She has an internship in Paris for the summer at the French department of defense, which doesn't really seem along her lines for those who know her at all, but she said it's been a great experience and has actually really changed her formerly negative views of the military. She also has an apartment she so graciously has been sharing with me.

What have I been doing? Eating lots of bread and cheese, so much cheese. And its so good. Wandering, chatting, riding trains, riding bikes, trying to learn enough French to get around (I know German), lounging in the outdoor cafes (they all have outdoor seating, I love it), eating croissants and baguettes, getting familiar with the layout and different neighborhoods of Paris, walking along the Seine, (river that runs through the middle of Paris) visiting places like the Eiffel Tower, Rodin Museum, Louvre, Montmartre-where the film Amelie took place, etc. Dad, you would have been proud of me going to the Cemetiere du Pere Lachaise, Paris' most famous cemetery with at least 50 or so famous people in it—Modigliani, Edith Piaf, Chopin, Bellini, and...Jim Morrison. Lucie was especially excited to see what crazy American tourists would be doing at the grave. She said last time she was there they were kissing it and crying and putting flowers and stuff. We didn't see any displays like that, just a few people leaving him cigarettes and having a smoke in his honor.  I'm sure he appreciated it.

Its taken awhile, but here I am!

Welcome everyone to my new blog! Actually the big holdup was thinking up a name and designing it this whole thing and getting it going. (Computers are not my love or forte. They are a tool I utilize for business) Finally I got tired of just waiting around writing stuff that wasn't going up, and figured, I need to just get this thing started. So, the dawn of Alexandra Everywhere. I thought the name sounded a little pretentious at first, but I think I like the ring of it. Alexandra Europe just didn't do it the same. Plus, that is kind of a life mission for me, to go and experience as many different places and cultures as I am able to before I die.

So...what am I doing? All kinds of stuff! I've been in Europe, starting in Paris since August 18, and am planning to be here until November 15th-ish. I don't remember the day. After landing in Paris, I met up with my dear friend Lucie. She was a French exchange student at Mason High School in 2004-5 and we got to be fast friends. So we decided to do a bit of traveling together after not seeing each other for 5 years. I've become very picky about picking traveling partners over my past travels because its sort of like getting into a relationship or choosing a roommate, but almost more than those, because from the start you have to rely on each other a LOT and be good at working together, living together, problem-solving together, dealing with crisis together and also hopefully having a lot of fun together. Emphasis on Together. I think things have gone pretty smoothly so far, with pretty limited grumpiness. We're both pretty optimistic, energetic cats with similar travel styles and schedules. More cheesiness on the beauty of our relationship later.

So..let's get into it. Where have I been so far? Paris, Switzerland, Rome, Athens and currently Istanbul. Let the recounting of the fun begin.

Hopefully I'll figure out how to put up lots of pictures very soon.