I’ve Got You and Paris on My Mind: Part Three

I’ve been a slacker, plain and simple. I had grand plans of linking up with Katie for Some Things I’m Loving on Saturday, and I had grander plans of writing a Paris update for yesterday, and well clearly I didn’t do either, cause I was super lazy and spent a majority of the weekend curled up on my parents couch watching The O.C..

Of course I did manage to summon the energy to get off the couch once or twice. Saturday night I had drinks with a few friends and then went to a bar for a little while. I didn’t stay out too late, 4 am is early right? And Sunday evening, after another long day on the couch, I went to supper with my friend Debrah to discuss wedding things, because, well I love to share my opinion on things, and wedding talk is fun.

Not the most eventful weekend, but an enjoyable one.

And because I’m a firm believer in the whole better late than never thing, here’s the post I ended to have written for yesterday.

On our fourth full day in Paris, Shelley, Jennifer and I decided to take a train out of the city to visit the Beaumont-Hamel Newfoundland Memorial which is dedicated to the commemoration of Dominion of Newfoundland forces members who were killed during World War I. Its preserved battlefield park that encompasses the grounds over which the Newfoundland Regiment made their unsuccessful attack on 1 July 1916 during the first day of the Battle of the Somme.

Our day started really really early, at about 5:30 am. We had to take the Metro to Gard de Nord, so that we could find a train heading in the direction we wanted to go.

Let me just say, that if you think three hours is a lot of time to allow to get up, get dressed and take the Metro half way across the city, then you might be right, if you weren’t going to Gard de Nord. Its one of the biggest Metro stations we visited, and doubles as a train station for SNCF. And while most of the Metro stations we passed through were very well signed, this one was not. It took us quite a while to get from our Metro stop to the ticket booth for the train, because we couldn’t find it. And even though we allowed three hours, we basically got there just in time to buy our tickets and hop on the train.

Its so cool to watch the numbers on the sign roll over.

I was so tired on the train ride that I napped most of the way to Amiens. Also, I don’t get motion sickness often, but I think if anything could induce it, it would be staring out the window of a train, so its probably a good thing that I slept instead of enjoying the view.

We had an hour and a half layover in Amiens before our train left for Albert, so we decided to see a little bit of the town and grab a coffee at a local boulangerie while we waited. We didn’t get to see much, but the little bit that we did see was very pretty. And if you ever go to France, and have a stopover here, I really suggest you wander the streets around the train station.

My cute little chocolat.

When we finally made it to Albert, it was freezing and pouring rain. We were soaked less than 10 minutes after we got off the train. And then we came to a less than wonderful realization, it was Sunday, and everything was closed. We need to catch a cab, and had zero idea of how we were going to find one. Luckily, the owner of a bar across the street from the station saw us on the corner and offered to call us a cab (but he didn’t let us inside to stay warm, how rude). We had quite a nice cab driver, even though he did drive a wee bit too fast on the windy roads to suit us, and he made sure to give us his number so that we could call him for a ride back to town to catch our return train.

By the time we made it to Beaumont-Hamel, the rain was torrential, and I really though we would blow away. But the visitor center was warm and dry, and the staff were incredibly nice, probably because they were all Canadian, and loved the fact that we were from Newfoundland. They were unbelievably accommodating, and even hooked us up with a tour guide from Newfoundland, which made the experience quite a bit more enjoyable.

Trenches where the Newfoundlanders lay in wait for the battle to begin.
These bronze plaques hold the names of the 780 soldiers who participated in the battle, only 110 survived.
Caribou memorial overlooking the ground across which the regiment advanced.
Trenches that marked the British front line.
Original posts for barbed wire. Remnants of the battle.
The Danger Tree, the furthest point any Newfoundlander made it during the battle.
A grave of two Newfoundland soldiers.
A Scottish Memorial

We learned about the Battle of Beaumont-Hamel in school. I knew that a lot of men died here, I even knew that they hadn’t made it very far in their advancement towards the German front line. But it took seeing it in person to realize how small a distance it really was. Visiting this memorial made me so much more proud to be a Newfoundlander, and it made Remembrance Day much more meaningful to me.

As much as I loved the tour of the battlefield, I do love me some war stories and all that, I was quite happy when it was over. I mean, it was super cold, and I nearly froze to death.

I only looked a little bit like a drowned rat. Massive bags under the eyes and all.

By the time we finally made it back to the city that evening I was completely 100% wiped. It was a long stressful day. Did I forget to mention that our cab driver dumped us at a restaurant and never came back to get us, and we thought we were going to miss our return train? Yeah, that happened. Anyways, I was miserable, but I was hungry, as were the girls. And we had to trek our way to the nearest Pizza Hut which felt like 1000 miles, but was only like 10 blocks, because well, we had no food, and needed to eat. And then we fell into Jennifer’s bed with our pizza and coke and didn’t move for hours.

And so ended one of the coldest, wettest and best days of my life.

Glossy Blonde

Sami's Shenanigans

I’ve Got You and Paris on My Mind: Part Two

In case you missed it, you can read Part One here.

I think we all underestimated the size of the Palace de Versailles and how long it would take to tour the estate, and because we had plans for that evening we didn’t get to see all of it. In fact, we hardly had time to grab some quality French food at McDonald’s before catching the RER back to the city.

McD’s in France has taters, And they are fantastic, FYI.

Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking, “who on earth goes to France and eats McDonalds?” Just so we are clear, this was not the plan, it was simply the only place we could grab food quickly before catching our train. And we couldn’t miss it, because we had somewhere very important to be…

The Fleetwood Mac Concert!

And it was fan-freaking-tastic. Sure, I didn’t know all of the songs, but who cares, they put on an excellent show. Incredibly high energy. And sitting through all the songs I didn’t know was worth it just to get to see them play all the ones I love, like Landslide and Go Your Own Way. Lindsay Buckingham and Mick Fleetwood’s guitar and drum solos gave me chills. They are unbelievably talented musicians. Unfortunately all my pictures from that night pretty much suck.

I’m a girl who can only be on her feet for so long, and needs quite a bit of sleep. And after the concert, I was exhausted. I would have been completely content with going back to our apartment and crawling in bed. But Shelley and Jennifer were having none of that. They wanted to go to an Authentic Irish Pub in Paris and have a drink or two. I wasn’t at all interest because, like I said, I was tired, and also, I did not like Irish pubs. However, I’m such a wonderful team player that I gave in and agreed to suck it up and go.

We took the metro all the way to the Red Light District to a small pub called Concoran’s. It was a nice enough place, but the beers were 7 euros. And the girls weren’t impressed because they played Top 40 instead of traditional Irish music. Because of that we decided one beer was enough to have there, and that we would head down the street to another Authentic Irish Pub, O’Sullivans. Again, the beer was pricey and the DJ was playing Top 40. This was not what Jennifer had envisioned, so we set off back across the city to the Opera district for one last stab at finding an Authentic Irish Pub. And Jennifer found it, Kitty O’Shea’s. Well, that’s what she thought anyways, because apparently it was Top 40 night everywhere. We had a drink there anyways. And regardless off the lack of Irish music, we had a good time, the staff was awesome, and since it was slow they chatted with us quite a bit. At this point we were kind of tipsy, from our three drinks, and Jennifer decided to ask them, “how can you call this place an Irish Pub, when there’s no Irish music?” And then we were educated. “Irish pubs, don’t play Irish music.” Jennifer wasn’t satisfied with that response though, because she had been to Ireland, and they played Irish music in the bars, and she promptly told our Irish bartender this fact. And he started laughing. “Tooooourist Trap!” So, as it turns out, I do like Irish bars. They serve cold beer, and don’t play Irish music. 

The next day someone was hungover, hint: it wasn’t me. So instead of doing anything too strenuous we decided to explore St. Germain and the Latin Quarter. It was nice to spend a day just strolling through the streets, enjoying our surroundings without an agenda or schedule.

I was particularly interested in this area of the city because it had been highly recommended by some of you, and it was frequented by the likes of Ernest Hemingway and Pablo Picasso. And I find that intriguing. Which is probably why I jumped at the opportunity to eat lunch at Les Deux Magots, a stop on the “Hemingway Tour” in my Frommer’s guidebook. It was the first time I ever ate in a restaurant where the waiters wore tuxes, and was definitely the place where I decided that I don’t like French food. Let’s just say, it is my preference that my food be cooked, well. Raw just doesn’t do it for me.

Croque Madame

Honestly, I probably would have really enjoyed the meal if there hadn’t been nutmeg on my bread (blech!), and the egg had been cooked better. I like mine flipped and cooked on both sides, half raw is nasty. The food aside, the experience was nice. We sat outside, enjoyed the fresh air, and the service was quite good by Paris standards. The prices weren’t too steep either, I really expected to pay more given the fact that its a popular tourist spot.

After lunch we visited the oldest church in Paris, Eglise Saint Germain-de-Pres. It’s so beautiful that it was hard to believe that it is over 1000 years old. We were captivated the arches, large wooden doors and stonework. I’m not a religious person, but there was something about that church that warmed my soul and I couldn’t help but light a candle there for mine and Shelley’s grandmother who passed away in 2006. I know she would have loved that we had went there.


We finished our Left Bank adventure with a stop at Shakespeare & Company, an old and tiny, yet gorgeous book store near Notre Dame that sells new and used books, everything from the classics to new releases. It was another suggested stop on the “Hemingway Tour” and was very busy. There was a line up to get in, but we waited and I’m glad we did. It was like a bookstore straight out of the movies. Tight cramped spaces, floor to ceiling books, and ladders to help retrieve them. I didn’t buy anything, but I really wish I had. I love books and want to add some classics to my collection, and it would have been nice to have had one as a souvenir.

If you’re concerned about not liking the food in France, don’t worry about it. There’s tons for normal American food to be found. We decided to balance out our less than wonderful French lunch, with take out from the always delish Pizza Hut.

Pepperoni and chicken. Yum.

Check back tomorrow for Part Three about our day trip into the countryside of France.

It’s #backthatazzup Friday!

The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.
The station that inspired it: “Back That Azz Up” on Pandora Radio.
The rules: Link your jams up with Whitney and have a jam sesh with all of us!

Today’s tune is my favorite Fleetwood Mac song.

Happy Friday!
Grab a button, pick your jam, link up and let’s get this weekend started off on the right foot!

I’ve Got You And Paris On My Mind: Part One

(Warning: Picture Overload. May cause extreme jealousy)

My vacation was hands down one of the best experiences of my life. Sure the weather was cold and wet, there were a lot of early mornings, a few late nights, and one or two meltdowns, but all of that combined couldn’t put a damper on how happy I was.

We rented a small one bedroom apartment in the 1st arrondissement. We were two streets away from Avenue de l’Opera, about halfway between the Louvre and Palais Garnier. Opera is a busy street with gorgeous buildings, and wonderful stores, restaurants, boulangeries, and chocolate shops. Being so close to it made me feel unbelievably alive.

There was a Starbucks on our corner, Hallelujah. Caramel Macchiato’s make me happy. We were also across the street from the very best boulangerie we found, and believe me, we tried quite a few. If you are ever in Paris and near the Opera you absolutely have to go to Boulangerie Julien. I promise that the Pain au Chocolat  and the Brioche Chocolat Pistache are worth it.

The yumminess on the right is a fresh raspberry macaron and a strawberry tartlette. Om nom nom.

I’ve dreamed of visiting Paris since I was a little girl. And all the dreaming in the world could never have prepared me for it. Its beauty and vibrance was overwhelming in the absolute best kind of way. For a girl who loves architecture, detail and decor it was absolute heaven.

Its hard to narrow down what my favorite thing about Paris is. Sure, I could pick an attraction, or a building, or a restaurant. But that would be too typical. But if I have to pick just one thing, its the design, detail, and creativity that is put into every inch of the city. Nothing is over looked. And it blows my mind. I could quite easily spend days walking the streets, soaking up my surroundings, and marveling at how ornate everything seems to be.
Sadly on a trip that’s only 8 days long wandering the streets is really not an option if you want to see all the popular sights. So, on the first full day we were there we decided to do a hop on – hop off tour with L’Open Tour. Except well, we didn’t do much hopping off. We just rode the bus around the city to get a feel for it, find out where everything was, and decide what areas of town we wanted to revisit. It turned out to be a great idea, and I’d recommend it to anyone visiting the city for the first time. I’d recommend the tour company we used as well. The buses were clean, they had an audio option, and they have four different tours to choose from. I’ve gotta say, there’s something to be said for riding around a new city on the top of a bus, even if you are frozen. There’s also something to be said for a man in a well tailored suit like 85% of the men in Paris wear, but I didn’t even try to take any pictures of that, for fear of being caught.

We were frozen, and hats and mitts were purchased that night. But we had a wonderful day.
We also decided to buy Navigo passes for unlimited access to the bus, metro and RER while we were there. A pass for two weeks was just 80 euros each, and we used them a lot. Seriously, we either walked or used our Navigo passes to get everywhere including the airport and suburbs. The pass also gave us access to bike rentals that you could pick up and return to any part of the city. We didn’t use those though, we were too scared of trying to bike around in Paris traffic, which is nuts by the way. I would never try to drive there. Before I left home I downloaded an app for my iPhone that helps you navigate the metro, even without wifi. It was a godsend. 
Having RER access meant we could easily get to the suburbs to visit the Palace de Versailles. This particular excursion was on Shelley’s list of things to do. And if I’m being honest, I wasn’t looking forward to it. I’m not all that interested in history so I had less than zero desire to spend a entire day in the palace of a fallen monarchy, especially since wasn’t even a castle. But holy crap, I was blown away. It is huge, like GINORMOUS.  It was beautiful. I know I keep saying that about everything, but it really truly was. We took a guided tour that gave us access to areas of the palace that are off limits to people with regular passes. I’m glad we did because it actually made me interested in the history of the palace and the monarchy instead of just the insanely amazing architecture. It blows my mind that all of this was built by hand hundreds of years ago. Long before cranes and cement trucks. 
Those are not individual buildings people. All different wings of the same one. Huge right? 
So much detail everywhere.
All that gold paint you see, yeah, that’s real gold. Everywhere.
We learned a lot about Marie Antoinette, who I must admit I thought was a fictional character until two weeks ago. What? Its not my fault. They don’t teach that stuff in school anymore. Turns out she wasn’t a very good queen, and they killed her by guillotine, but not before she built her own hamlet on the estate. Because you know, every queen needs her own hamlet when the rest of the country is starving.

Loves me a tunnel.

Thanks for letting me relive my trip. Hope you’re enjoying it and are feeling a little inspired to visit. I promise not to turn this into a series that goes on forever, I just can’t do it justice in one post. So check back for Part Two tomorrow.

Oh Happy Day

I happy to say that some serious progress was made on the vacation recap last night. No, it will not be shared today, but tomorrow maybe if I can manage to work the same kinda magic I had happening last night.

And obviously since I was busy slaving away at that post and drooling over Kelly Severide on Chicago Fire, if you don’t watch it – you should, that I just didn’t have time to put together a quality post with words for today. But fear not, so many of you enjoyed this post last week, that I decided to do it again. Because ya know, I’m all about the reducin’, reusin’ and recycling of bottles (for money) and blog posts. Maybe this will become my Wednesday thing, maybe it won’t, maybe it’ll just be my go to thing for when I’m lazy, we’ll just have to wait and see.

And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

Cue drum roll………

Happy Hump Day!

Peace out trouts.

Some Goals and What Not

Who knew writing a vacation post would be so darn hard? Here’s the deal. I can’t decide how I want to organize things. I hate posts that go on and on forever, those get boring don’t they? But I’m also not a fan of vacation series’ either. I find I lose interest in both really fast. And Paris was so freaking amazing that I don’t want to you guys to be bored with it, or me for that matter.

The other delay is that I took eleventy billion pictures, and its taking a while to sort through all of them, get them organized, and delete the duplicates and crappy ones. And then Lord knows how I’ll decide which ones to share, cause I’m pretty sure no one will be happy if I even consider posting them all.

So instead of posting a poor quality post about my trip I’ve decided to share with you my 101 in 1001 that I started in August. And now seems like a good time to share it cause well, I’ve had a blank page dedicated to it for a while, and my vacation means I get to cross something off of it.

For those of you who have been living under a rock, 101 in 1001 is a list of 101 goals to hopefully be accomplished in approximately 2.75 year (1001 days). They can be anything you want them to be. I’ve been pondering over this list for a few weeks, and I’ve yet to come up with 101 goals, but 84 is a pretty good start right?

Get three new stamps on my passport 
     –France, 2013
Go on a legitimate road trip. 
Read 100 books. Novellas do not count. 
Take a ride on a train. 
     -Paris to Albert, October 2013
Complete a couch to 5k program 
Run the Downtown Dash. 
Run the Blue Nose 10k. 
Go to an NFL game. 
Go to an NHL game. 
Go to the airport and buy a random ticket to somewhere I’ve never been. 
Become proficient in another language 
Go to spring break somewhere 
Learn to fold a fitted sheet. 
Get a DSLR camera. 
Buy a house. 
Go to a ballet. 
Start my own business. 
Complete at least one Pinterest inspired pallet project. 
Refinish a piece of furniture. 
Try a Maine lobster. 
Try Sushi. 
Bake a cake from scratch. 
Learn how to use at least one new power tool. 
Host a dinner party 
Try Yoga 
Meet at least one blog friend 
Host a holiday celebration for my friends 
Hike the Man in The Mountain 
Hike Gros Morne 
Make 5 DIY projects on my Pinterest boards 
Eat dinner on a river boat. 
Pay off my credit card 
Buy one Designer piece (clothing, accessory, etc.) 
Send out 10 cards letting people know I’m thinking of them. 
Adopt a family for christmas 
Get a facial 
Learn how to use a sewing machine 
Make a quilt 
Find a red lipstick that looks good on me 
Buy a plant and keep it alive. 
Organize and use my office 
Buy a great watch 
Subscribe to the magazines I always buy in stores 
Learn how to do 5 new hairstyles 
Make my own artwork to hang in my own apartment 
Hang some of my own photos in my apartment 
Go on a picnic 
Get my daughter’s pride ring fixed and start wearing it again 
Be able to do 30 push ups 
Bring myself back down to weight I was when I graduated high school 
Save money for a cusion fund 
Try 10 new beer
     –Mill St. Brewery, August 2013
Put together a cookbook of recipes I love 
Go an entire week without watching tv 
Learn to fire a gun 
Go hunting with my dad 
Go out in boat with dad 
Buy a mug from Starbucks 
     –Paris, 2013
Guest post on 3 different blogs
     –Colorful Commotion, August 2013
Take at least 5 photos of every excursion
     –Paris, 2013
     –Beaumont-Hamel, 2013 
Start a dinner club with friends 
Face my fear of heights and go zip-lining 
Make a “mixed tape” and send it as a surprise to a friend 
Leave at least 10 Operation Beautiful notes 
Drink 8 glasses of water every day for a week 
Make 10 recipes from Pinterest 
Buy a floppy hat and wear it 
Learn sign language 
Write a letter to myself to open in 10 years 
Start saving for retirement 
Start a liquor cabinet and have at least 10 different kinds of alcohol in it 
Sell and item I made myself 
Go a month without eating out 
Write a post about a place that inspires someone to visit it 
Go strawberry picking 
Have 50 unique page visitors daily for a week straight 
Buy my own domain name 
Be able to do a chin up 
Buy a set of metal stamps and proceed to make some jewelry 
Get family photos done with my brother and parents 
Document each task completed with a blog post or photo 
Inspire someone to write a list of their own 
Give myself a small reward for every task completed 

Obviously a few of these are simple or trivial. But I feel that writing them down will help me save the the money required, or find the time to do them.

Do you have a 101 in 1001 or a set of short term goals?

A France-y Fall Guest Host

Today I’m super de-duper busy working (okay cruisin Bloglovin), writing my Macroeconomics midterm, obsessing over my trip to Paris and partying it up at my friend Sheila’s wedding.

And because I’m so busy I’m super lucky to have Chelsey, our Huge Ad Giveaway winner here to keep you entertained. She’s probably the prettiest blogger ever, and I kinda think she looks like a modern day Anne of Green Gables. Perhaps its the red hair, or the floppy hat. Either way. I’m going with it. She’s got great style and parties with celebrities, so I think you should check her out.


So excited to be guest posting while Kathryn is busy enjoying all the pleasures Paris has to offer!  My name is Chelsey, and I am the snap, crackle, and the pop over at Patti Cake!  (Sorry, I must have rice crispy treats on the brain)  Since I am super jealy that Kathryn is off galavanting in Europe, I am reminiscing about the time I spent in France this past June!  I certainly had fun running around the Eiffel tower and channeling my inner Audrey Hepburn á la Roman Holiday which you can read more about herehere, and well let’s face it, here!

Kathryn, you must try some flammekuech while you’re there!  And fellow Americans, we need to open a restaurant for this here.  Seriously, someone open it, and I will go to it.  Every day.  Every other day.

Yes June was a great month!  Sweet June, not that long ago we were preparing ourselves for the heat of the summer, and now we are readying ourselves for layers, and brisk autumn breezes.  How time flies when you’re dressing for fun!  Though I must say I can’t get as excited as the other fashion blogs wanting me to lace up my riding boots and don a leather jacket while drinking a pumpkin spiced latte.  (I caved here, the theme of the fashion blog link up was leather, what was a girl to do besides sweat through a quick photo shoot?)  

It gives me that same feeling as when department stores put up Christmas Decorations before Thanksgiving, or when Targets & Walmarts start advertising their back to school specials in the middle of summer- I DON’T WANT TO SEE IT!  Not yet anyways, let me live in the now, man.  😉  Okay, I guess we can start to sip on cider, as it is October.  Just hard to acknowledge when it’s 86 degrees outside.  
Alright, it’s time for me to run along home to Patti Cake, but many thanks to Kathryn for letting me share on her blog today!  Looking forward to reading her adventures in Paris upon her return!  
Cheers Folks!

Being Prepared

Yesterday I let you see a tidbit of my crazy. From time to time I get over come with anxiety. Its not unmanageable and doesn’t happen all that often, but when it does it can sometimes overshadow all the good, happy, positive things that are happening. I have a lot of anxiety about Paris, but I know most of it will melt away as soon as I get on that first plane. But since I’m not willing to wait until next Tuesday to be able to breath a little easier, I’ve been doing what I can to make myself feel a little better about some of my fears.

This past weekend I took a break from studying to put together my version of a travel first aid kit.

Sorry for the crappy iPhone pictures of the white container on the white sheets. Terrible bloggy decision.

I had a small container that once held Biore cleansing wipes. I’ve had it for years because once I used all the wipes I found the container was excellent for holding bobby pins and elastics. When I decided to make this kit, it was the perfect size, so I dumped all my hair accessories into a drawer and got to work.

1. Band aids. Because they’re a pretty obvious choice. pssst. wanna know a secret? One of them is a Batman band aid. Because I’m cool like that.

2. Blister bandages. Because with all the walking were planning to do, and blister or two is pretty much inevitable.

3. Muscle relaxers. I’ve got a back that likes to tense up and pain at the most inopportune times. These are for just in case that happens.

4. Gravol. Pretty sure this one needs no explanation. But I am hoping they’ll keep any motion sickness at bay, and maybe help me sleep on that super long flight across the Atlantic.

5. Ibuprofen. Because Shelley and I get terrible headaches.

6. Advil Cold & Sinus.

7. Forget what these little white and blue things are called. But I’m pretty sure they’re for indigestion, or another uncomfortable stomach ailment.

8. Tums.

9. Neosporin. Because you should always put the Poly on it. Or Neo, or whatever.

And after I took all these pictures I added a pack of cherry Halls for good measure.

Just the simple act of putting together a few items I had around the house, made me feel a lot better. I know that we are prepared if one of us isn’t feeling well. Knowing that for a short while we won’t have to navigate the aisles of a Pharmacy in a country where we don’t speak their language.

Do you have a first aid kit for travels? Whats in yours?

Deep Breaths

October 8th marks the beginning of the second vacation I’ve ever taken without parental supervision.  And while this may seem a little sad given the fact that I’m 26 freaking years old, I have to admit I actually like travelling with them. They’re decently fun, my mom loves to shop as much as I do, plus it doesn’t hurt that they pay for a lot of the expenses. Let’s just say my dad likes to spoil his little girl.

The closer I get to putting my ass on that Air Canada flight for Paris, the more excited I get. Just one week left until my first European adventure, and I can hardly sit still long enough to get any work done. The planner/organizer in me would much rather be researching the best metro routes and places to eat instead of reviewing Health & Safety policies.

But as excited as I am, and believe me I’m really really really excited, I’m also quite nervous. Which you probably think is super crazy since I’m going to a place I’ve dreamt about visiting since birth, or possibly even conception.  So to follow up yesterdays post about all the exciting things, here are all the things that give me a little anxiety.

– I’ve traveled quite a few times, but never outside North America.

– I’ve never been on a flight for more than four hours, and flying gives me anxiety, so Shelley and Jennifer have been warned that things could get interesting.

– I don’t speak French, like, at all.

– Being robbed by a gypsy.. Paris apparently is full of them. Or so Google tells me. I’ve never been to a place where pick pocketing was a prominent issue.

– I’ve used public transit exactly twice in my life. And both times I had someone with me who knew what they were doing.

– Travelling from the airport on the RER and then having to walk a few blocks, all while toting my 28″ spinner. Its large yes, don’t judge. It’s necessary for all the shopping. Understood? That’s a long way to go pulling a suitcase and praying no one tries to steal from it.

– Running out of cash. Obviously this worries me. Most times I’ve traveled to the states, the currency was close to par, so having to be aware of conversion wasn’t much of a concern. Euros however are quite a bit more than the Canadian dollar. So I don’t want to accidentally spend more than I should and lose track of how much I have left.

– As much as I’m looking forward to the food, I can be a picky eater. When I eat out, I always choose safe options than I know I will like. That’s going to be difficult with the language barrier. Don’t want to accidentally order frog legs, or something else completely disgusting.

– I’ve never been on a train. And we will be taking one out into the middle of nowhere to visit Beaumont Hamel. Crossing my fingers that we can get direct transit and not have to do transfers. I don’t want to hop on the wrong train.

– I tend to get sick often when I travel. I’m not sure if the climate change doesn’t agree with my body, or if its just bad luck. But it would be quite terrible if I got sick on this trip.

I’m sure there are more things, but I just can’t think of them right now. I’m too big a ball of anxiety trying to make sure that I leave enough money in my bank account for all the bills that need to be paid while I’m gone. Ugh.

Annnnnd I’m still looking for a few people to take over some posts while I’m away, I’d hate this little piece of the web to get neglected while I’m frolicking around France.

Cannot Sit Still

– Wine. And the fact that its cheaper than pop. Which I feel will justify walking the streets slightly tipsy.

– The bread. I love it. Can’t wait to get my hands on it.

– Pastries. Hellloooo heaven.

– The architecture.

– The language.

– The culture.

– The shopping.

– The fashion.

– Having a reason to use my beautiful umbrella. Might jinx myself and actually get rain because of this one.

– Visiting Beaumont Hamel and paying my respects to fallen Newfoundland soldiers.

– The Eiffel Tower. I’ve been dreaming of it since I was a kid.

– My first ever train ride.

– Cappuccino at Cafe de Flore. Sooo many famous people have been there.

– Getting to see where F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway lived.

– H&M because there isn’t one here.

– The shopping. Oh wait, did I mention that already?

There are so many things that make it impossible to think of anything other than this trip. So many things that make it impossible for me to sit still. I have no idea how I am going to have a productive work week or study for my Macroeconomics midterm on Friday.

Also, I definitely will not be able to post while I’m away, but I’d really hate to leave the blog unattended for so long, so I’m looking for people to guest posts during that time. If you’re interested in hanging out here for a day or two or ten, email me at adventuresofkathryn@outlook.com.

Wish me luck for a productive week! I’m gonna need it. 


The Countdown Is On!

For any of you who have been around here for any amount of time at all, you are very well aware that I’m going to PARIS next month, in 12 days to be exact. And I’m super excited which means there have been quite a few tweets and mentions of it in posts. Sorry, not sorry.

If you’re sick and tired of hearing about it, because you’re green with envy, then you may as well quit reading now. And I’m going to warn you, there will probably be a few more posts about it or related to it leading up to the day when I finally get on that plane. What can I say, planning and packing for trips makes for some pretty interesting blog topics. Plus, it lets me reach out to you guys for ideas and tips and things.

We booked out flights way back in January, and arranged our accommodations in the Spring, but since then we haven’t done much in the way of planning, except to make a list of the things we want to see or do while we are there.

– Visit the Eiffel Tower (le duh!)
– Visit the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo
– Visit Jim Morrison’s grave
– See Fleetwood Mac in concert
– Visit the Arc de Triomphe
– Go to Moulin Rouge
– Take a dinner cruise on the Seine
– See Notre Dame
– Visit Palace de Versailles
– Visit Vimy Ridge and Beaumont Hamel
– Have a cappuccino at Cafe de Flore
– Go to at least one designer store
– See where Hemingway lived.
– Eat an insane amount of pastries
Basically the plan is to do as much as possible while we are there, because who knows if we’ll ever get to visit again. And we probably have way more planned than we’ll ever get done, but that’s how vacation planning usually goes, isn’t it?
Have you ever been to Paris?

Do you have any ideas or tips for us? Is there anything you would recommend we do while we are there?