Blonde Girl Takes on Paris (Day 4)

Here's part four of my story of how this blonde girl fell in love with the city of lights, and how she learned to blend in and stick out all at once.... all in quick and easy to read bullet points that I jotted down in a moleskine as I explored or took a breather from all of what Paris has to offer.

To find the other parts of my Paris trip, you can click here: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3

Day Four - January 5th, 2012

Weather:
- Crazy extreme! Cloudy and rainy on one side of the sky (East) and blue skies and sunny on the other (West)
Places:
- Seine River Walk, Place de la Concorde, and Train Station (Gare de l'est)
Events:
- slept in (still felt sick)
- got ready real slow, packed up, checked out, and left luggage at front desk
- went to the Seine River and walked along the river walk from the Eiffel Tower to the Place de la Concorde (after I missed my boat tour, this became my plan B, it turned out to be more fun than a boat tour anyways)
- saw a bunch of statues (mostly war memorials) as I walked
- saw/walked around the Place de la Concorde (the Obelisk was amazing)
- totally nerded out here (my guidebook helped me nerd out a lot the whole trip), but knew I had to get going so I headed towards the nearest metro station
- had another fun encounter with a guy (what is it with these French guys and I??), this time one who got seriously pissed off at me for not wanting to talk to him. fun stuff
- picked up my luggage at the hotel and headed to the train station which was almost right across the street
- got there 30 minutes before my train was to leave, and waited at the correct platform patiently
- little did I know that the platform next to me had my train, because they had switched things around (I didn't know because everything was in French)
- thus I missed my train, waiting at the wrong gate
- my ticket was non transferable, and Johannes and Christiane had warned me not to miss my train no matter what I did. I thought I was prepared for every possibility by coming early, but I wasn't
- I called Christiane, and she told me to talk to the ticket office. This turned into a several hour adventure of dealing with people that spoke very little English along with lots of ticket complications
- finally, once they were all super fed up with me, the ticket office just sent me on a train with a copy of my receipt for a ticket Christiane had bought for me online
- I was mortified that without an official ticket that I was going to be kicked off the train and either be completely stranded in Paris, or in the middle of nowhere
- the ticket master ended up taking pity on me after I was crying on the train while explaining to him why I didn't have a ticket
- he let me stay on the train but I had to pay for the train I would take from Mannheim to Karlsruhe in a few hours. Miraculously I had just enough money for that ticket on me (that's a God moment right there)
- I spent the rest of the evening on trains wallowing and trying not to cry about how miserably such a wonderful trip had come to and end
- I finally got to Karlsruhe Hbf near midnight, and then had to wait a half hour for a Straßenbahn to get me home
- when I finally got home, I dropped everything on the floor, got my pajamas on, and went to bed
Thoughts:
- "Let's Go Europe" (2010) is a great guidebook.
- I love the pop out map of the city that Christiane and Johannes got me. I used it so much. The mini metro map also came in handy a lot!
- I seriously have quite the creeper fan club in Paris. Is this what I get for being blonde?!
- One of Christiane's co-workers got me a Paris moleskine for Christmas. I used it a lot (that's where I jotted down all these notes about my trip). I love it, can't wait to add to it and use it as a reference next time I go to Paris.
- Though I am an over packer as it is, I need to bring along at least a little bit of cold medicine on trips from now on. Never know where and when I (or someone else) will get sick.
- The ominous weather made the Place de la Concorde so intense. I could totally imagine the place full of a blood thirsty crowd, watching people get their heads chopped off by the guillotine. It's so interesting that the Obelisk stands in place of the guillotine now.
- Oh, French people... so frustrating. I really missed my Germans.
Fun Facts:
- Seine River
    ~ It's pretty much brown. Lovely.
    ~ It took me almost 2 hours to amble just a portion of it.
- Place de la Concorde
    ~ Paris's most infamous public square.
    ~ Built between 1757 and 1777.
    ~ During the French Revolution it was named the Place de la Revolution.
    ~ In 1830 it was renamed to it's current name.
    ~ Also in 1830 the Obelisk was placed in the middle.
    ~ The Obelisk was given to Charles X by the Viceroy of Egypt.
Photos: 

It's super faint, but there is a full rainbow in this picture. Amazing that I had a rainbow the day I arrived and the day I left!

Boats on the Seine River.

View of the Eiffel Tower from a bridge over the Seine.

Clouds beginning to loom in the North and East.

It crazy windy! Me on a bridge over the Seine near the Eiffel Tower. As you can see, my firework burn starting to look less gross on this day, but it is definitely going to scar.

I love the character of the types of river boats in Paris.

The Seine River walk. Everything looks so bare and wintery, guess that makes sense haha.

I have no idea what these actually was, all I know is that I immediately thought: the Statue of Liberty's torch.

I love the contrasts in this picture, this is still on the path along the Seine.

This statue had all it's writing in English (I was ever so excited) because it was gifted by American school children to the French after a war (can't remember which war).

Epic view of the Paris Eye, the Obelisk, and the looming storm in the East.

Place de la Concorde... the place of peace, very ironic considering how many people were murdered in this location during the French Revolution.

Me soaking up my last bit of France.

Smiling, so stoked on my trip. Little do I know that I'm about to deal with missing a train and all that comes with that. Fun times.

On this trip I saw and experienced so much, yet I barely made a dent on the list of the many things that I can do there. Amazing. Paris was a city that I had a lot of preconceived notions about. While many of those turned out to be true, many proved false. I would say in this case it was great to be proven wrong.

Paris, keep the lights on for me, I'll visit you again someday!

To relive the story, you can check out my other days in Paris here: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3

Playing with Fire

Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays. There is just something deliciously nostalgic about barbeques, fireworks, Summer, swimming, friends, family and patriotism all rolled up into one holiday. And it's really the one time a year that Americans really go nutters for fireworks. I have always been fascinated by fireworks. But they also scare the crap out of me. I've never really had good luck with them; I'm kind of a magnet for firework dangers. One year I was playing with a sparkler in my aunt and uncle's front yard with all the other kids (we were sky writing words) when all of the sudden a spark popped off the sparkler and landed on my collarbone and burned me. Quite predictably I screamed and got all the adults running. Once I was in the kitchen my mom inspected the damage and found that my vest had been burnt along with my skin. I was horrified, more about the vest than my burn at this point, because it was my Fourth of July vest. I have always been quite festive when it comes to holidays. Aloe vera and some hugs stopped the flow of my tears, and I soon was back playing with the other kids. The burn eventually healed, but the mark it left was more a figurative one. I didn't play with sparklers for years after that day.

You can imagine my excitement and fear when I was told that Germany is really big on setting off fireworks for New Years. It's such a weird concept to me, Americans really don't do the whole firework thing on this holiday. I remembered coverage of other countries in past New Years specials on T.V., I just always thought it was strange they set off fireworks. I'm so used to the ball drop in Times Square being the big festivity. Fireworks only fit in two places in my brain 1. 4th of July 2. Disneyland. So I found myself getting excited to ring in the new year a little different than usual.

I spent New Years Eve day reading. No, I'm not that big of a nerd. I put down my book to join my German family (and their friends) for dinner. We had meat fondu. Which is yummy, but tortuous. Nothing like sitting and waiting for your food to cook while your stomach roars like a angry lion. After dinner we went outside to the street to set off fireworks. Since the kids were going to bed before midnight, they didn't want to miss out on the fun. All the fireworks were "kid friendly." Sparklers of course were amongst the options. Which I avoided until I just couldn't stand it anymore. They are just so sparkly. I also had quite a bit of fun with the cherry bombs. Martha and her friend (with their dads) were having quite the thrill setting off little fireworks that whorled and spun around on the street. Frieda and her friend just stuck to the sparklers and cherry bombs like me. But we had just as much fun as the older girls! Once we were out of fireworks I said good bye and headed out into the night to meet up with my friends.

I walked over to Nacha and Bernie's flat which is conveniently quite close to my apartment. Balin (sorry if I'm spelling your name wrong... I'm lousy with names), Bernie's friend, came along too. We all hopped onto the Straßenbahn and found ourselves surrounded by fellow New Years celebrators. After staring at a girls holey stockings for a good 15 minutes (I just couldn't understand why she would sacrifice being warm in order to look so scandalous), we got off the train with all the other passengers. Apparently Durlach was the place to be. After a short walk up a hill we found ourselves at the Turmbergbahn station. (Which I visited with Lea back in October). We found Albert, whom we planned to meet there, and squished onto the oldest train in Germany with a bunch of other people. Thankful to be free of the claustrophobic train, I burst out onto the look out platform only to find it just as crowded, and even more chaotic.

Just a half an hour to midnight, the excitement was tangible in the air. People were all over the place; drinking, talking, and setting off fireworks. Our little group made our way over to an area near the guard rail of the lookout platform. If I got on tiptoe I could see the breathtaking view of all of Karlsruhe lighting up the night. One we settled in one spot, the drinks began to flow. Nacha told us to bring our own cups, which made for a funny sight. Alcohol just looks silly in a water cup. The guys started examining the stash of fireworks we had brought along, just itching to set them off. While they were busy being boys, I people and firework watched. I tried to keep my distance, but because everyone was so squished together it was an impossible feat. Some sparks landed on my jacket several times (one burned a hole) but the boys were much quicker to react and brush off the sparks than I was. Thanks guys!

The view of all Karlsruhe from the lookout platform. Legit right?

These are like beyond illegal in LB, but perfectly legal in Karlsruhe! Wahaha.

As the minutes ticked by, the pandemonium grew. More and more fireworks began to explode above and in the crowd. And then the countdown began. When the clock struck midnight, my world exploded. The noise around me was deafening, as the roar of people and fireworks joined as one sound. And when I looked out over the city, I saw that it was blanketed in the most amazing impromptu fireworks show I have ever seen. It was like the city was on fire. I couldn't rip my eyes away from it.

Nacha, the boys, and I toasted to the new year as it began to rain. I just looked up into the sky and smiled. It was the most simple and beautiful way to start of 2012. Fresh rain washing away an old year. And a new year being escorted in with the startling power and beauty of fireworks. All while surrounded by new friends in a new place. I've never experienced a New Year's like it.

Several moments throughout the night. (All the night's pictures were taken by Nacha).

Not long after midnight people began to clear out, giving the Bernie, Balin, and Albert more space to set off our fireworks. Then next two hours consisted of drinks, fireworks, and laughter. I even dared to play with a sparkler. Twice in one night was really pushing my luck. Nacha (who is from Chile) taught me a couple New Year's traditions from her country. My favorite was taking 12 pieces of rice and putting them in my drink and making wishes on them. Once I drank almost all of my drink, I was to swirl the dregs of my drink and rice around and then toss it out of my cup. If all the rice was gone in one toss, my wishes would come true. If some stayed, I would not get all my wishes granted. All my rice went out in one toss, so I expect some wish granting this year fairy godmother! Haha.

Me staying very far from my arch nemesis... the sparkler.

Note the boys are showing off one of their prized fireworks.

At some point during our two hours of revelry, I was talking to Nacha when something caught my eye and I looked up to find a firework flying straight at me. Looking back, I should have ducked, but my first instinct was just to close my eyes. (Which was a very good instinct. I might not have eyesight in one eye if I didn't.) Almost instantly after I shut my eyes my right eyelid exploded with pain. I tried to flick the firework out of my face but I wasn't very successful so Nacha jumped to the rescue. She was soon able to get the pieces away from my face, but I was still in pain. My eye was crying involuntarily, and I was freaking out about opening my eye. I was so worried if I wasn't going to be able to see anything when I opened it.

Finally I opened my eyes to find that both eyes were in working order. But it was my eyelids that were crying out in pain. After assuring everyone I was okay, I made a beeline to the bathroom to inspect the damage. Once in front of a mirror I realized my upper and lower eyelids on my right eye had been burned. My eye looked perfectly fine. So with relief filling my stomach, I set about wiping what was left of my eye makeup. I soaked the burn in cold water for a bit and then rejoined my friends.

Fireworks and I just don't get along.

The guys set off the rest of the fireworks as Nacha and I just talked. I was quite happy to avoid any chance of getting burned yet again. And talking with Nacha is always fun. So it was a win win situation. When our little group finally decided to leave we were among the few stranglers left of the mountain. We soon discovered the Turmbergbahn was closed and that we would have to walk down the mountain (more of a really big hill in my opinion). Which was quite the adventure considering all of us were quite tipsy. It was quite the giggle and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. But don't worry, all five of us made it safely back down and got on the correct Straßenbahn. The whole way home Nacha blew kiddy bubbles (you know, the ones with those bubble wands). I was dying of laughter. Such a strange place for bubbles.

I got home and was quite happy to curl up in bed and go to sleep. It was quite the eventful New Year's. I wonder if that means this is going the be quite the eventful year. Only time will tell.

Update: My burn has healed quite nicely. Now I just have a scar. Lovely.