Paris - maybe it's me?

After getting successfully to Paris, We found our hostel tucked back in a corner of the city whose claim is selling 3-piece suits and fancy dresses from their store fronts. I think in the walk between the metro stop and the hostel we had to have passed 15 different shops all selling the same things.

We had a night bike tour scheduled for 7pm, so we needed to fill about 3ish hours. We chillaxed in the room for a little bit, enjoying the free wifi and planning where to eat and how to get to the bike tour meeting place - aka The Eiffel Tower!

The metro took us pretty close to the tower, so we found a place along the line to get some crêpes!

Can I just take a moment to RAVE about the amazing public transport in Europe? Because it. Is. So. Convenient! Even in countries where we can't read the signs we have yet to have an issue getting around. Plus it tends to be affordable.

Anyway, back to Paris, I have to say that 24 hours for me was plenty. I saw what was important - our bike tour took us by the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Notre Dame, Arc de Triumph (sp?), the lock bridges, and plenty of other landmarks that I'll remember when I look through the photos. True that we didn't go in to these places or spend as much time as we could. For me though, Paris was a 'alright, checked those boxes, off to the next fun place!'

We did eat some delicious crêpes. They were so full of deliciousness that I couldn't finish mine.

Paris did make me want to learn French. I listened to four-and-a-half podcast episodes in the weeks leading up in the trip, so I should've been an expert, right?? But oddly enough none of the vendors asked my name or how I was. Hmph.

Perhaps next time.

Curse you, Eurostar!

Ok, maybe I should wait for cursing until we're *off* the train, but the experience we just had was straight out of an action flick.

Saturday night, after a full day of family and packing we realized we hadn't finalized out plans for Paris (this entire trip is so last-minute that I'm surprised we remembered to pack underwear) so we reserved our hostel and got spots on a night bike tour, each with a down payment. Then skipped on over to the Eurostar website to buy tickets for the high-speed train between London and Paris and discovered they were FIVE HUNDRED dollars. Apparently Europeans plan ahead, and Eurostar tickets go on sale as far as 6 months in advance.

We looked into flying, which would've been cheaper but would've got us in too late for the bike tour. There were somewhat cheaper train tickets, but they also got in too late. Bus would've been hella cheap but take NINE hours, which is both uncomfortable and still gets us in too late for bikes. Eurostar it is then, we'll just chalk this up to having to have SOMETHING go wrong on this trip and knowing the extra time in Paris will totally be worth it.

Fast forward to today, we get in around 7, and after a nice breakfast at a tiny diner in London we wander over to Charing Cross Station and the surrounding area to buy Britton a Coke and then find our way to the train with about a 35-40 minute margin of error.

Those minutes saved this trip.

When we didn't immediately see a Eurostar ticket kiosk, we asked for directions from one of the perky Olympics volunteers. 'Oh, you want Eurostar? That's at King's Cross/St. Pancras. You'll take the underground to such-and-such a stop, make a transfer an then it's just a couple more stops.'

Say what.

This began the movie scene. We jaunt down the escalators to the (correct!) tube line, and the train is there within a minute. We ride, anxiously, to the transfer station and are moving at a brisk pace which almost immediately turns into a run which is another example of how this is a story of MINUTES - the connecting train is WAITING, doors open, at the station. We run on and the doors close.

We get to St. Pancras and of course can't find Eurostar without asking. When we finally do find a kiosk to print out our tickets, it is 11:14 - the train leaves in 14 minutes. I explain the situation to a woman who tells us to go directly to Window 3 where the next attendant assures us we'll be fine.

We fly through security and a couple from the States let us hop in front if them at immigration. The woman in the immigration booth was particularly chatty when she saw our US passports. (While I'm thinking, 'Oh, you haven't been to KC? Bummer! You know, I've never been to France and I HAVE A TRAIN TO CATCH, WOMAN!)

Then we run more, following arrows and checking departure boards. We board the train at 11:22am, SIX minutes before the train is scheduled to leave, and the train pulls away from the station at 11:28 on the nose. With us on it.

*high five!*

European Adventure - Prologue

This will probably be a quick note - more an acknowledgement of having time to myself for a moment than a blog post. Plus, I'm still at my office and I love using the LARGE screen instead of my laptop. Ah, the spoils of doing Good Work.

To say I am excited to finally get to Europe is an enormous understatement. I'm ecstatic, elated, jubilant! But it has all been overshadowed up until now by all of the other Big Life Events - whether they're in my life or another's.

My previous post outlines that pretty well. Since deciding a few weeks ago that we're going to Europe on Sunday, we have been flying through life at full speed - celebrating, traveling, packing moving, dancing, running, talking, planning. It's been tough, frankly, to sit back with the fiancee and remember that we are about to make this big, important leap together and isn't that wonderful! More on our minds is preparing and mapping and trying not to step on each other as we each learn how to live in a shared space again.

(B and I have known from the beginning we're a pretty classic "opposites attract" story. Introvert meets extrovert; left-brained tries to apply logic to right-brained conversations; impatient vs. calm and collected. Planning this trip has brought those to light even more - how we plan, how we want to travel, how we process information is all pretty conflicting.)

I'm grateful that we have a few days to chill out before everything picks up again so that we can really focus on our trip, and on us. (Friday is our Big Day and Saturday will be filled with family and packing, then Sunday morning we head out for NYC before boarding the plane to London!) Hopefully we can sit, discuss, nail down a final itinerary.

I am planning to blog as best I can while we're traveling. My guess is it'll be spotty at best - we have a pretty agressive country list to get through - but if you want to follow, this and Facebook will probably be the place to do it!

Here we go!

No time to slow down!!

If you have ever had a time in your life when it seems as if EVERYTHING good that could ever happen to you is happening RIGHT NOW, you know how I feel at this moment in my life.

Next weekend...
1. I'm running a 5k and packing
2. Traveling to Springfield for a long weekend - his brother gets married, plus we'll hang out at a wedding shower for Britton's best friend (who gets married in Sept.)
3. Attend my cousin's wedding!
4. MOVE MY WHOLE LIFE in to Britton's loft

THEN, the following weekend...
4. Britton & I get married!
5. My dad debuts as the Mayor in the community theater's "The Music Man"
6. Unpack my life and pack it back into a backpack so that on Sunday we can...
7. Leave for a 3-week honeymoon to Europe!

And all of this happens while I'm also working my full-time job! Who needs a time to breathe anyway?

Blech-oli

Literally gagging at my desk.

Currently eating steamed broccoli as part of lunch (I didn't make it - it's from a little deli in my office building).

This is pure torture.

Broccoli is disgusting.

So. A challenge for YOU, Mr./Ms. Reader:

I want to hear from you if you've found a recipe that meets the following criteria:

1. Includes broccoli as the featured or co-featured ingredient
2. Is not smothered in cheese
3. You enjoy this dish so much, or are un-offended enough, that you make it on a regular basis

Bonus points if you are a person who DOESN'T LIKE broccoli.

Aaaaand, GO!