Back to beautiful Paris :)
It was mid-flight that I mildly freaked out when I realized that I didn't actually know the name or the address of the hotel Saaya and I were staying at... Good job me. So after we landed and picked up our luggage from baggage claim, we tried to find a public computer with Internet in the airport to look up my e-mail and write it down. With our luck, though, the first three out of four computers we checked were either broken or malfunctioning, so when we got to the last computer and it worked, it felt like a miracle. Unlike the Athens airport, which had free Internet (nice one, Athens!), the Charles de Gaulle charged like .10 Euro per minute so we speedily copied down the name of the hotel, grabbed some lunch, and looked for a taxi to get there. Now you'd think finding a taxi at an airport would be an extremely easy task, but of course, it wasn't. I assumed Charles de Gaulle would be a cinch to navigate, being such a big airport, but in fact, it was the reverse. So after what seemed like ages, we finally found a taxi and got inside. When we told the man the name that we had written down, he insisted that "Roissy en France" was a district, not a hotel, to which we replied, "It's called Hotel Roissy en France, and the address is 309 Rue de Belle Etoile, can you just take us there???" He put it into his navigation system (thank you, Prius) but even so kept lecturing us on the incorrectness of the name of the hotel, and then somehow even got lost, so we had him drop us off on the side of the road. For about two minutes we wanted to cry, until we decided to walk to the nearest hotel and ask them for directions. And much to our surprise, the first hotel we stopped in, "Hotel Premiere Class" (which was actually anything but a premiere class hotel) was the one we were looking for! I was too exhausted to put up a fight with anyone at reception so we got our key and went straight to our room for a much-needed nap, since sleeping on the floor of the Athens airport wasn't exactly our idea of a good night's rest.
We woke up and got out of the hotel at around 5 PM. It took us awhile to navigate getting into Paris itself, since we had decided to stay close to the airport so that it would be less complicated (and a cheaper cab fare) for each of us when we had to leave (this turned out to pretty much even out with the complicated route we had to take to get into and out of Paris everyday, but oh well). This was our daily routine: the hotel had a shuttle that took us to the airport, where there was a train station. We got dropped off at the train station, where we would find the train that took us into Paris, and mind you these are not nice, pretty, clean trains. The train into Paris, depending on the one we took and depending on where we wanted to go, took about 40 minutes to an hour and 15. And the whole process was reversed on the way back, except that the hotel shuttle that picked people up from the airport was like a black cat in the night: something you think should be there, but you've never actually seen. So we mostly ended up cabbing it home. Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.
Anyway, on our first afternoon we headed into Paris and ate dinner at our favorite, Au Chien Qui Fume. After sipping on wine and chatting for awhile, we headed over to the Eiffel Tower for a lovely nighttime view. Having been so out of practice with the Metro system (the last time we used the Metro was in... Paris? Dang.), we got a little lost, but we finally got to the Eiffel Tower and took some great photos before heading back for our long journey home. Being our first time on the long route, we missed the last train that headed for the airport in the evening, the 11:30 train I think, so we had to wait till 12:15 for the next one. We also happened to be waiting in the Paris Nord station, which may have been the sketchiest and dirtiest train stop I've ever been in. There was puke in the elevator at 11:55 if that gives you any idea, and pigeons flying around, though I have no idea how they got there... Oh, and to top it all off, there happened to be a Jehovah's Witness convention in Paris while we were there, so they were everywhere, and it was all Saaya and I could do to keep from being recruited. Haha, so as you can imagine, I was not in the best mood. When the 12:15 train finally got to us, we literally had to CRAM into the train car, waaaaaaay to close for my comfort if you know what I mean. The whole time I kept thinking "this is my nightmare. this is my Hell" in my head. At one stop a drunken man with toothpicks in his hair got onto the train and I was like "Oh Hellllllllll no." because he totally looked like he was going to puke and believe you me it was NOT going to be on me. Good news: he didn't puke on me! Bad news: Saaya and I got spit on (accidentally? I don't know) by an old Jehovah's Witness. Ew, it still gives me shivers just thinking about it. Anyway, when we get back to the airport, it's pouring rain and I don't even care at this point how much the cab cost to get back to the hotel, I just wanted to get there. Getting in bad that night was heaven.
The next morning we woke up bright and early to go to DISNEYLAND PARIS!!!!!!!!!!! :):):):):) We once again underestimated the amount of time it would take us to get there, but no big deal, because this day was bound to be better than the last, even despite the sprinkles of rain we saw outside the window. Saaya and I made our first stop at a cafe to pick up our much-needed coffees before we headed to Space Mountain! I will say that the Space Mountain in Paris was much crazier than the one in LA, but because of poorly made headrests, it was awful! Our heads got shaken around, and not in a good way. So that was disappointing. The Buzz Lightyear ride was pretty much the same, except I got a malfunctioning laser gun, but it's OK because I was just glad we were at Disneyland!!! :) After this we headed to get lunch in Adventureland and we ended up getting Mexican food because we were both craving it! And I gotta say, really not bad! After lunch we went to the Haunted "Manor" which was actually scary!! It probably didn't help that one of the workers jumped out at us at the last minute before the ride started to check our seat belts (or scare us intentionally, in my opinion) and my heart felt like it jumped out of my chest. But the ghosts were actually scary skeletons, not friendly ghosts like in LA! Then we made our way to Indiana Jones, which is actually a roller coaster in Paris, kind of like Tokyo's Raging Spirits. Pirates of the Caribbean SUCKED, like really bad. You could totally see the ceiling inside the ride, and the whole thing was backwards! After this we headed to Fantasyland. The Peter Pan ride (one of my favorites) was OK, but needed oil on some of the joints because it sounded super squeaky. It's a Small World was actually really cool because I got to see a portrayal of the USA for the first time! Get this: it was football and cheerleaders, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Statue of Liberty, the Hollywood sign, and yellow cabs! haha Then we headed back to Main Street to watch the Parade. I, being easily impressed, thought the parade was pretty standard, Saaya thought there wasn't enough dancing. But Tigger fell on his ass which was funny... and sad. Then we got on Thunder Mountain, which was actually the best ride because it started out going underneath a lake, and the whole ride was on its own island in the middle of the lake! After this, we got dinner which was again, pretty good, and then we shopped along Main Street, got our souvenirs, and headed home. We missed the last train back to the airport (again!), so we stopped at a pretty shady train stop in the middle of nowhere. We got out of the train station and tried to hail a cab in desperation to get home, but there were none, and there were a lot of scary people around so we went back into the train station and waited for the train. Another swearing cab driver, and another late night getting in.
On our last day in Paris (sad!!!), we slept in and then headed out to the Jardin du Luxembourg. When we arrived, it seemed like the whole garden was just waking up, as the sun was just starting to hit the leaves. The whole place was quiet, despite the few people that were reading their newspapers or people-watching. It was beautiful. But we were hungry, so we went to a cafe across the street and ate Croque Madames (so yummy!) and had espresso. After eating we went back into the gardens and found two lawn chairs. Saaya tried to study the map and figure out how to get to the shopping mall, while I fell asleep, it was such a perfect moment, sleeping in the sun in Paris! I reluctantly got up when I realized it was already 1 and we still had a lot of last-minute souvenir shopping to do! We headed out of the Jardin du Luxembourg and managed to stumble across a small gourmet chocolate shop! It was SO cute and the chocolates were SO good that we pretty much bought all our souvenirs here, but since we had planned to hit up the mall, we decided to check it out anyway. Thank goodness we hadn't relied on the mall because it was such a letdown! So we decided to just head home and relax for a little before Saaya had to go back to the airport to fly home. I bought a sandwich, apricot pastry, and apple juice for my dinner back in the hotel and we walked back the way we came, back to the Metro station. Even though we thought we were early, we ended up being late because the train ran late, so we missed our hotel shuttle getting back to the hotel. 0 out of 3 for us now!!! Thankfully we met a guy who was staying at our hotel and he split a cab with us back so it was cheap, but still, that damn hotel shuttle SUCKS. Because we had waited for the shuttle for so long, by the time we got back, Saaya pretty much had to leave right away, so we said our goodbyes (very sad) and I was alone.
For the rest of the evening, I switched on the television and watched: Law and Order and CSI: Miami in French, a French cooking show, and finally CNN because it was the only thing I could find in English while playing Sudoku and finally falling asleep. Goodbye Europe... :(