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*MWAH*

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And the Adventures Continue

So, I’m back from Paris. Got home late last night because my plane had been delayed for 3 hours! It was supposed to take off at 9:10pm but didn’t take off until around 12:30am. I was mostly pissed because it meant I couldn’t take the bus home since it stopped running at midnight which meant I would have to take a cab. And I did, and it was 35 Euro (54 dollars!!!). I heard plenty of sorry’s and I got a measly coupon for food at the airport, but a free drink doesn’t make up for having to pay $54 for a cab when I should have had to! I think I’ll be writing the company a letter!

But anyways, Paris was amazing. I’ll start there and then talk about what I did the rest of the week I guess.

I got into Paris Thursday night and headed to my friend’s apartment near the Eiffel Tower. She was nice enough to give me her bed and take the couch which was great. And she had a real mattress which was such a treat! I slept like a baby every night there! Unfortunately though I got a cold- I felt it developing on the plane and even more so as we talked a bit before going to bed. So when I woke up Friday morning, I was miserable. I felt awful and my nose was so drippy. My friend had already gone to work, so I was on my own to find cold medicine.

After showering and checking e-mail, I headed out for the day and searched first for a pharmacy. Luckily they’re easy to find in France because they all have big green crosses out front. So I found one and the pharmacist spoke English so I told him I needed something for my cold. Cold medicine in hand, I headed to a photography museum I had looked up online, but only to find when I got there the building was under renovation! Oh well. I headed to my next destination- Pompidou Center, the big modern art museum. In all the times I’ve been to Paris, I’d only been in once and just saw an exhibit (on Hitchcock!) while I was there.

I started at the top and saw an exhibit about the Sacred in Art and really enjoyed it. I liked it both because it was layed out well (which not all museums have going for them) and because the subject matter was interesting. I thought there were some really great pieces. It was a pretty big exhibit, almost the whole top floor I guess, and it took me at least an hour to see it all. I ended up buying a book on the exhibit, but in French since I didn’t see one in English.

After the exhibit I went to the lower floors where they have the permanent collection but pretty much just focused on the floor with the 1st half of the 1900s. I really hate a lot of art after 1960 (and even a few movements before that. Don’t get me started on Cubism and Dada!). I liked a lot of stuff in the permanent collection too. I saw a lot of great Chagall’s, and Matisse pieces, and some nice Fauvist works. Eventually though I was starting to get tired so once I finished the floor I started to head out.

I still had a few hours before I would meet my friend after work, so I looked on the map and saw I was close to Pere Lachaise- the big cemetery where a lot of famous people are buried (most famously know is of course Jim Morrison). So I headed over and looked at the map at the entrance to see who was buried where and wrote down a few names and locations- but it’s very difficult to find people. The place is absolutely enormous and it doesn’t flow entirely logically. I was able to find Seurat fairly easily. I went hunting for David, but he was far in some back section and then deeper into the section (rather then being on the outskirt). Eventually I gave up trying to find the other people and just went searching for Jim Morrison. His I knew I’d be able to find because there would just be a lot of people around. And I was right.

So I snapped a few pictures and finally headed home. So, here, for anyone that cares:

I was more than exhausted after that, plus my nose was dripping even more so I made my way back home. I fell asleep for a few minutes until my friend came home.

We went out to dinner together when she did, and at first she thought of one place, but after seeing the menu, I saw it was way too fancy for my taste buds so we went searching for something else. We passed a crepe place and after mentioning I’ve never actually had a sweet crepe, it was decided we’d eat there for dinner.

I had a salty ham and cheese crepe for dinner and then an oh so yummy banana and chocolate with whipped cream and a scoop of vanilla ice cream sweet crepe for dessert! It was soooooo good! I think I’ll try to have a few more crepes before I come home on Wednesday.

After that we walked over to the Eiffel Tower because I hadn’t seen what color it was lately. It’s been lit up Blue and on one side has the stars of the EU because I think for 6 months, France is the head of the EU, or something like that. I don’t know. But it looks really cool. And it still sparkles every hour (it’s been doing that since 2000).

The next day was a long day. I woke up late, around noon, but needed it because of my cold. We set out and headed over to Notre Dame, looked around inside briefly, but our main goal was to go up and see the gargoyles. Except the line was obscenely long and wasn’t moving at all. It probably would have taken 2 hours just to wait in line and climb all the steps! 466 of them, which I was fine with not climbing because with my cold, going up stairs made me a tad dizzy.

We instead found somewhere for lunch. I had a yummy meal with a steak and potatoes au gratin and a yummy little chocolate cake for dessert. (I had been so frugal with eating out this whole month I decided to stop looking at prices of food and just enjoying since it’s my last few days.)

We then headed over to Hotel de Ville (City Hall) and looked around there and then walked along the Seine where they set up something called Paris Plage . We walked quite a bit of ways, ending up near the national library. We then walked a bit through this promenade garden which was a walkway with gardens on this old train tracks overpass thing. I dunno. It was cute. But after 5 hours of walking, I was exhausted!

We headed home and after resting for a few minutes, my friend ran to the store to get some food for a picnic on the Champ de Mars (the big law in front of the Eiffel Tower). We headed over to meet some of her friends and it was fun! There was a lot of food, but I actually wasn’t too hungry after such a big lunch (and also because of my cold), so I just nibbled on a few things here and there. It was all girls, and they were speaking French, so I didn’t really know what was going on, but sometimes I understood some things. It was still fun sitting under the Eiffel Tower and having a French picnic.

Eventually we started to feel some rain, only light though, but we all packed up and headed back. My friend and I ended up biking home using this new system called the Velib’ which is a bike program in France where it’s basically dirt cheap (1Euro for a day) to rent bicycles. It’s pretty cool.

We went straight to bed because we were both so exhausted.

Sunday I slept even later! Until 1pm! I couldn’t believe it. It was like 13 hours of sleeping. I must have needed it. It unfortunately cut into the day a bit, but oh well. It’s not like I haven’t been to Paris before and it’s not like I won’t be back.

We (I) wanted to see the Tour de France so we stopped for lunch and had yummy pizza before walking over to near the Eiffel Tower (again) to find a spot to see the guys on their way to the Champs-Élysées. We waited around for over an hour and eventually they came and went all in 10 seconds. The anticipation wasn’t quite worth it. But I got pictures, so it’s cool.

After that we biked over to the Rodin Museum where we walked around the garden for a bit and made a quick stop at Invalides as I had to get back to my friend’s place to get my stuff and head to the airport (but really, there was no hurry!). So that was my weekend in Paris!

Which took awhile to write, so perhaps I’ll write what I did the rest of the week later, because I’m burning daylight right now and I need to get a move on my 2nd to last day here!

I don’t want to leave France!!!

Weee!

I’m going to Paris tonight for the weekend!

Hooray!

More Busy Days

There have been lots more busy days to report on.

Where did I last leave off?

Goodness, I haven’t reported on the whole week!

Monday was Bastille day and I went with a bunch of people to the beach to watch the fireworks.  They were really great fireworks, I just wish I had known I’d be watching them while sitting on the beach otherwise I wouldn’t have worn a short skirt!  Afterwards was boring, we just went to a bar and drank outside.  I didn’t drink because I don’t have the stomach to pay 8 euro for 1 drink.  I ended up going home early with another girl who wasn’t feeling well.  The night was a bit of a wash, but whatever.

Tuesday….was a quite anti-social day.  I do those fairly often because I can only handle the people I’m with for so long.

Wednesday was excursion day as usual.  This we went to see the Gorges du Verdon.  Big freaking beautiful canyons.

Comme ca:

This is actually a shot someone else took because I was an idiot and the 1st 30 pictures I took were without my memory card.

We took a bus tour through the mountains (holy fuck, by the way).  Very scary and it made me quite motion sick.  I had to keep my eyes closed and sleep most of the time between each picture stop.

Eventually we stopped for lunch at a lake.

And we took the highway home.  Thank God.

Thursday our French class took a trip to the beach.  We went to Cap Ferrat, a place where the VERY wealthy live.  We visited a Rothschild villa and then grabbed lunch and found a small and uncrowded beach (unlike those in Nice).  It was great.  And once our teacher left at 2, the girls all went topless!  (Except 1 girl who has a complex about her small breasts.)

Yeah, I totally saw hot girls’ boobies.  It was awesome.

Friday I went to the beach in Nice and proceeded to go topless again.  It really is way awesome.  I got a little sunburned on my back though because I fell asleep for a little bit.  Nothing too bad though.

And then that night I had a date with another guy from AFF.  Francois.  From chatting with him earlier that morning, he sounded like he’d be a nice, dirty fuck.  Something Pierre couldn’t give me.  We arranged to meet at 7 down by the beach, but it was a place I was unfamiliar with.

So I didn’t find it.  And I felt awful because I couldn’t call him since I don’t have a French phone (only my US one, and it would be very expensive).  So I walked back to my room (a 20 minute walk) and found him online.

He was a little upset.  But when I explained what happened, he understood and gave me different directions.

I finally got there (after walking to the beach for the 3rd time that day) and he was happy to see me.  He was cute!  And apparently rich.  He took me up to his place which was right there on the Promenade des Anglais (the big avenue that runs along the water) and he was on the top floor with a most spectacular view!  I absolutely could not believe it.

He offered me some water and soon started kissing me.  We undressed and he motioned me to my knees to give him a blow job.  As I did he pinched and squeezed my nipples and breasts.  And said things in French which I don’t know what he said, but that’s fucking hot.

Unfortunately that was all we had time to do that night because he had a dinner with friends to get to.

But he drove me back to my neighborhood in his Audi.  That was hot.  And he said we could get together this week (I hope he’s sincere about that).

Saturday I hooked up with a bunch of people for a trip to Monaco.  We left around noon and spent a looooong day sightseeing there.  We climbed up this gigantic hill to see the palace and sights up there.  We went into the cathedral where the former Prince Rainier is buried, as is Grace Kelly.

Then we went to an aquarium and saw lots of fishies!  I got some great photographs there.  I fell in love with the jellyfish because I was getting some awesome shots.  Here are a few of my favs:

And we also went to the Monte Carlo.  We didn’t go inside the casino though because it costs 10 Euro.

We eventually found somewhere for dinner and we all decided to splurge at a nice restaurant.  I got pizza because even though I was willing to splurge, I just couldn’t bring myself to pay 28Euro for a steak (that’s a $45 steak!).  The pizza was amazing though.  And oh so worth it.

The highlight of the night was when someone ordered steak tartare without realizing what it was!  He speaks pretty good French, so when he ordered it, I didn’t say anything because usually people know what they’re doing when their ordering.  When I ended up cluing him into the fact it was raw meat, he was more than surprised!  But he ate it all!  Said it was really good, but he just wished he didn’t know it was raw meat.  I had to try not to gag as I watched him take bites.  Blech.

But what a great day.  Even though it was sooo exhausting!

So today I just bummed about.  Picked up a few groceries, listened to music, watched a movie.  It was cloudy anyways and I heard some thunder in the early afternoon anyways.

Pierre e-mailed me last night asking if I wanted to hang out today.  I slept on it before answering, but ultimately decided not to.  He’s sweet.  And nice.  But I just wasn’t up for going out.  And I’d rather have no sex then blah sex right now.  Hopefully I’ll see Francois this week though.

Tomorrow starts my last full week in Nice.  Boo

I really, really don’t want to come back.  I may have to move here after I graduate.

And I will totally have a scooter!

Wooo!!

I went topless today at the beach!!

And it was awesome!

I also got to see some of the awesome boobies on my classmates.  (Drool!)

I love France!!  Please don’t make me come home!!

Je le veux!!!!

France (and Europe for that matter) is all about the scooter.

Having taken my first scooter ride this weekend and discovering it’s not so bad, I now find myself with scooter envy.

Well, I did some brief googling and I found this awesome Honda model:

The Metropolitan.  Isn’t it awesome?!  It goes for just a tad over 2k…which, for a person with an income isn’t out of reach.

But pour moi?  *Sigh*

I’ll tack it to the end of my lists of wants like a Mac Book, laser eye surgery, paying off debt.  And now a scooter.

OMG it’s just so cute.

I want it!

Crossing the Atlantic

My one goal before I came to France was really to get laid here. I really couldn’t ignore that conquest.

(My goal once I got here was to drink more water and break my habit of soda.)

Well, I have zero skills when it comes to picking up (or being picked up) in bars, so I took the easy way out- Adult Friend Finder. It’s been my friend for many years now.

And it even works in France!

I put up an ad as soon as I got here because I know these things can take time. I had to wait for someone cute to e-mail me and then it’s always the back and forth. And I don’t think everyone even read my profile because I got countless e-mails in French. Hello- no parle francais! (Yes, I know.)

But anyways, Pierre e-mailed me last week and I guess I just glanced over it without much notice, but for some reason took notice this weekend when he e-mailed again. He offered to show me around the town on his scooter. That sounded fun (if not death defying!).

So I e-mailed him back and we quickly made plans for yesterday.

I was to meet him at a near by square in the evening and he would be with his black and silver scooter. Easy enough, right?

Wrong!

I got to the square a little early because it’s only like a 5 minute walk, if that, but I had a lot of nervous energy, so I just went to go early. Well, after a few minutes I noticed someone on the other side of the square with a (big) black and silver scooter (I suppose it was closer to a motorcycle) and he was clearly waiting for someone. I couldn’t see the face from far away, so I got up and started walking towards him and when I got closer I saw that it was a much older man than who I was meeting (Pierre was only 35).

It couldn’t be him.

I didn’t want it to be him!

But for a good 20 minutes I was convinced he was my date. How much could I really tell about someone’s looks from a tiny picture on the computer?? And people lie…

I was so convinced I started to walk away but was stopped just in time by the real Pierre!

Who was a 35 year old boy. No lie. (I always seem to like the older guys with boyish qualities about them.) He was cute though- tan skin, brown hair, big round brown eyes.

After brief introductions, we decided on an itinerary for the night. I hadn’t seen Villefranche yet, so we would go there.

But first, a beautiful look out point.

By way of scooter! He handed me his extra helmet, and my only request was that he not drive too much like a French person. (In hindsight, going on the scooter together is a good way to get physically close very quickly!)

And the look out point- my God was it stunning, looking over the Baie des Anges (Bay of Angels) and all of Nice. And from what I could tell when we weren’t making out, it would be a great place to take pictures!

Making out at a beautiful look out point- now that’s the kind of memories study abroad trips are made of!

Our plans for the evening changed as things started to get a little hot and heavy. We decided to go to his place and order pizza in. (Hey, a free meal is a free meal. Have you seen the conversion rate???!!!!)

It was about a 20 minute ride to his place as he was in the newer part of Nice. He had a small little apartment- very French.

Once the pizza was ordered, the action started.

Score 1 for the French on foreplay! It’s been a long time since I was kissed and stroked all over before the actual disrobing (or even once disrobed for that matter).

And then after all the sweet kissing and slow removal of my clothing- he went down on me. That’s right! You read it here folks! (Sorry, I’m writing this before going out and I “pre-gamed” a bit (it’s too expensive to drink out otherwise!)).

It wasn’t too shabby. He fingered me too. Licked my ass a bit. Even stuck a finger up there (I do hate having fingers up my butt though for some reason).

And then- the sex.

All 5-8 minutes of it?

*Sigh*

And he had such a beautiful cock too.

Well the pizza came and *sigh* it was neither Italian nor NY quality. Oh well.

We watched a bit of French TV.

And then round 2.

And round 3.

Really, he gets a gold star for effort.

The cuddling was nice though. He was very much a sweet guy.

And I’m hoping soon I won’t think about Jefferson during sex anymore. That would be quite nice. *Headdesk* (I just have to remind myself how the quality of our sex life seriously (and I mean seriously) diminished this winter…)

I hope this is semi-coherent. I shall reread it tomorrow.

But for now, I have some celebrating to do. And some firemen to make out with. And God I’d love to get in another fuck.

I know, I’m such a slut.

But duh, you all knew that.

By the way

I totally got laid last night.

More to come when I’m free…

More Tired Feetsies

On an odd note, the chatter I usually hear from the streets at night is actually not French, but Arabic as a group of young Arabic men gather outside the Hallal Boucherie (butcher shop) across the street.

More long days this week!

Monday I ended up losing to a nap- the jet lag has taken me a little bit of time to get used to.

Tuesday started with my morning Mediterranean Civ. class as usual following with my French class. Our goal that day was to discuss what we had done that weekend using the passe compose. And the teacher paired up the more experienced students with the less experienced to help them out as we traveled about le Vieux Nice (Old Nice). Can I tell you how difficult it is to teach someone the past tense when they don’t know the present tense??!! And I must say while I was trying to be as helpful as possible, I thought my student was being a little obstinate and just resolving herself to the fact that she knew nothing instead of even just repeating after me. But whatever. I helped as much as I could.

We walked around for awhile before breaking for lunch where I had very sad chicken and fries (Poulet frites).

Then we went to MAMAC (Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art)(Musee d’art moderne et d’art contemporain). I discovered I liked Yves Klein while visiting there.

Also, on the way over I had my little discussion with the teacher on what I did that weekend. I’m very amazed with how quickly my French came back even after not studying it for 4 years! It’s very cool. I mean, I still don’t understand a lot, but it’s coming very easily.

I went food shopping for dinner after the museum where I decided to make cabonara sauce, even in my rinky dinky kitchenette. It came out OK. I didn’t have all the right ingredients so I ended up making a rous and then a white sauce which was missing a few flavors, but I ultimately decided the problem was it was just much to thick when I wanted a thinner sauce. I have plenty of ham and eggs left over so maybe I’ll try again this weekend.

Today was a long adventure day (Wednesdays are our designated excursion days). We first went to these cliffs out far away I don’t even know where because I fell asleep on the bus. But here’s a picture:

Then after that we went to St. Paul en Vance I think is the full name. We climbed this huge hill first to this modern art museum (Foundation Maeght) where I discovered another 2 artists that I like- Hans Hartung and Aki Kuroda. They had beautiful original lithographs in the gift shop that I would have loved but they were like 900E ($1400). Boo.

Here’s a Hartung that I liked (I even got the postcard of it!):

And we’re still not done with the day!

We head over to the medieval village of St. Paul next!

I had actually gone to this village when I was in Nice in 2004 with my parents- I just hadn’t remembered the name. But I recognized the surroundings. And the tablecloth shop my mom had been so successful in. So of course I had to go in and see if I could find something (even though I had already gotten 3 tablecloths in Gourdon!).

Well, I found something. I was looking for something particular. I wanted a tablecloth with a center motif and then a boarder around it, so I at least had an idea what I was looking for. She showed me what she had that matched it- it was the same pattern of olives but just in different color combinations- choosing the color was the hard part! The blue was lovely, and the beige and white was so clean and crisp! But, being an Aries I ended up choosing the rich brick red with contrasting yellow napkins.

But look at all my pretty tablecloths!

So I walked around the village forever and took a bunch of pictures, especially of the doors because there were so many different kinds and they were so cool looking! My feet started hurting again of course! I switched to better shoes that had more support than my sandals, except the heel started rubbing! (Even though they were fine last week!) I hate that! Bah. And my hip’s starting to bug me a bit- my left one. That is bad. Very bad. I need for my hip to not go out on me. I should be good and stretch it tonight.

I crashed again on the bus ride home and am basically just hanging out- ate some baguette and eggs for dinner. Uploaded pictures. Catching up friends on my adventures.

I’m not sure yet if I want to go out tonight. It’s already on the late side, a quarter to 10. Even though I can sleep in to 10am tomorrow because I don’t have Med. Civ on Thursday mornings.

Though you know what I want?

To get laid!

It’s been over a week now since I’ve gotten fucked (Thanks Match!). I wish I had the gusto to chat up the cute boys at the bars here, but I just don’t have those kinds of social skills. I also don’t want to do it with the other girls in the group because a) I don’t want everyone knowing I’m a slut and b) I have no confidence with them because they’re all so thin and pretty. Hopefully I can find away to get some sex though. And soon!

Alright kiddies- that should be enough until I have more adventures to report on!

A bientot!

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French Dancing:

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