Ich Spreche Kein Deutsch

Well I finally made it to DEUTSCHLAND! Let's back up a bit, shall we?

Monday, June 25th
I woke up bright and early on Monday morning and made it to the tube station outside Lissie's flat at 5:30 am. I was so nervous and excited about going to Freiburg that I slept for a whopping 15 minutes that night, but I still somehow made it to onto the airplane at Heathrow in one piece. We landed in Frankfurt a bit late and were bussed to customs where there was a huge line for the non-EU passports.

And then the most amazing thing ever happened.

The line at customs was honestly going to take about 30-45 minutes to get through. I was pressed to get my train so I started to worry. Then this man who worked there came over to the line and started grabbing some people. He grabbed a family from back in the line, and then another one from a little but behind me, and sent them to another room. Then, he grabbed me and told me to follow them. Finally, he grabbed one other family and walked with us to this other room. It was another customs area, but there was NO LINE here! They started a new line and for some reason picked us out to go through it first.

The mother in the family behind me asked the man why he had hand-picked us. He responded that he selected us because he "didn't want the children to have to wait". Thats right! Finally, after years of being so sad that I look so young, looking like I am 12 has paid off! He thought I was a child alone in the line and didn't want me to have to wait! Score!

I caught the train, took it for 20 minutes to Mannheim and changed for the two hour one to Freiburg. I was so excited to have two hours to look out the window and see my new home. Trains my favourite type of transportation. Looking at the scenery and the beautiful views is something I think is amazing, and I was so excited to have two full hours to do it. I got lucky and found a booth that was unoccupied. I sat down, pressed my face against the window, and prepared to fall in love with the German countryside.

And then I woke up to my alarm going off telling me I had reached my stop. I literally missed the ENTIRE ride. Cool.

Finally I got to the study abroad office. I received my welcome packet and was sent off to my new "Wohnung". It was a little bit overwhelming to be honest. No one speaks any English to us at all, and I'm pretty sure I sat there with the most confused look on my face for most of this. They handed me my keys and sent me on my way.

The apartment area is really cool. We live in the "bohemian" complex so its colorful and bright and there are a lot of plants. And Buddah statues. Students are always hanging out outside at the bon fire or in the grass or just sitting on the staircase. I live in a flat with 5 (I think) other people. We each have our own room, but we share a kitchen and a bathroom and two showers. I have only officially one of my roommates. Her name is Katarina and she is very, very nice. She showed me around and let me know where I can put my food and everything. There are no pets allowed at the complex, but for some reason we are allowed to have the only "dorm cat". His name is Oskar and he loves me. He is always sleeping on my bed or hanging out at my feet. He loves to be scratched, but when I try to pick him up, blood is shed. And it is mine. This is a problem, because I can't get him out of my room- ever. When I'm leaving for the day and need to lock my door, or am going to bed and don't want to lock him in, he all of a sudden turns into Ninja Kitty, and it is dangerous.

I "met" two of my other roommates this morning at 4:45 am. My fire alarm went off for a good 25 minutes in my room, and besides scaring the living shit out of me, it woke everyone else in Germany up. Two of the girls came into my room and we worked together to build a contraption that we could climb up to take the alarm down. We have REALLY high ceilings, so it took a while for our sleep deprived minds to find enough furniture to stack so we could finally reach it.

Tuesday, June 26th

After some initial "safety and security" presentations, we went on a walking tour of Freiburg. The town is awesome. It is a lot bigger than I expected. For some reason, I had this idea that we were going to be in some Medieval town with no electricity and where we had to walk a mile to get to the shed that was used as a bathroom. There are a lot of shops, a ton of restaurants, and a bunch of bars and diskos. It is super pretty here too. The streets are all cobblestone, and there are a few giant churches. The most noticeable thing however are the mountains. We are surrounded by the Black Forrest, and it is gorgeous. The mountains are more like hills compared to what we have in Boulder, but they are covered in thick, dark green trees. It is stunning.

Oh, and I found the infamous small canals that line the streets. And by "found" I mean "fell into one". I was so distracted by everything in the city that one minute I was looking at a cool window display that housed a neat looking robot fish, and the next I was ankle deep in the canal. Everyone laughed at me because a.) I am an idiot, and b.) the noise I made when I fell was that of a donkey/small chimp. Once they were over it,  the tour guide explained some old myth about the canal. Apparently, it is rumored that if you fall into the canal, you will marry a Freiburg-er. So sorry Mom and Dad, I may be bringing home my Freiburg fiance in August!

After the tour a few of us went and had lunch at a pub. While we were there, this man who was sitting at the bar overheard us and came to sit with us. He spoke no English whatsoever, and our German is not very good yet, so our lines of communication were a bit muddled. Eventually, he singled myself and two other girls out, and talked about how cute we were and how we weren't "typical fat americans" and wanted to know how we didn't have boyfriends and wanted to buy us a drink yadda yadda blah blah. But he was a wee bit creepy so we declined and moved on. It was cool to get to talk to a local though, and all in German!

That night we bought a few bottles of wine and some ice cream and sat in the grass and got to know each other. Once it got later, some of the people went to bed, but five of us decided to check out the night life in Freiburg. We discovered that, theoretically, it is cool, just not on a Tuesday night. There weren't too many people there, but we did meet some more locals.

Wednesday, June 27th

Class in the morning. Our professor is very energetic. I am used to the stoic, calm professors from the German department, so this was a bit of a shock. At first, I was actually a little scared, but slowly I'm getting used to the change.

After class, we went to this cool beer garden up in the Black Forest. We chugged down a giant beer, thinking that we were just going to go back to the dorms to nap afterwards. Instead, we went on a long hike up to the top of the hill. Yes, I did this directly after consuming this huge beer, and yes, I was in flip-flops, but it was so worth it. At the top of the hill they have a cool tower that you can climb 200 stairs up to see the view. It was breathtaking. We could actually see all the way into France!

View from the Beer Garden. I forgot my camera, but this works!

Later tonight, we all met up and went to the old town again. We grabbed dinner, where I experienced my first German Doner Kebap. Think gyros, but way better.

We then went and watched the Portugal v. Spain soccer game at a bar. It is so fun to watch those games here. People are all over the streets crowded around televisions trying to see. And it's not just young people. There are children, and grandparents, and foreigners, and more. Everyone stops their life to watch! There is really nothing to compare it to in American. Spain won!

I have class tomorrow morning, and then I leave right after to catch my train to Paris!

Sorry this blog is not up to standards compared to my others, but it is 1:00 am, and I have to pack for tomorrow!

Paris, here we come!

Until Next Time,
Meggie

Bless His Little Cotton Socks

'ello all!
   So as promised, here are a few pictures that go along with last week's post...

This is Lissie and the little boy she nannies, Noah. He is the sweetest little child ever!
 

The roast dinner we had on Friday night! So good!

Alright, now lets catch up since the last time I wrote...

Saturday, June 23rd

   Lissie had to nanny a different child again today, but that did not stop us from running around the city. She was in charge of a 19 month old, Swedish baby named Kai. This child was the grumpiest human I have ever met. He just hates everything. When we first picked him up, I held his food bowl while Lissie loaded him into his buggy (English word for stroller), and he started to cry, assuming I had stolen it from him. After that moment, he decided he didn't like me. But I didn't care, because I didn't really like him either. He literally gives people dirty looks. Usually, when someone makes a funny face at a baby, they laugh and burp happily or do whatever it is that babies do. This child can't even speak, but he can look at a human in the most disapproving way, eyebrows furrowed, as if to say, "you are embarrassing yourself. I am disgusted by you".

   Of course, grumpy child or not, we were going to be productive. All of Lissie's friends were working that day, so we decided to visit each one at work. This meant taking Kai and his buggy up and down the stairs of the tube stations. This was not fun. I swear, this stroller was not normal. It was like a bassenette that was attached to solid cement poles, with wheels filled with sand, and a container attached to the bottom that contained Kai's food, an assortment of toys, approximatly 624 dipers, a small asian family, and a few bricks for good measure. The two of us carried this monstrosity of a stroller up and down and up and down the stairs of the tube stations. If any of you have used the tube station before, you are fermiliar with the copious amounts of stairs. For those of you who haven't been, there are more or less a whole lot of them.

   Our first stop with Mr. Grumpypants was to visit Rosie. She works as a barista at a small cafe called J + A Cafe. It was super cute. They had a funky indoor seating place, as well as an outdoor courtyard that had flowers and wooden tables. Really sweet. She made me a latte with a pretty design in the foam, and didn't even charge us :) so nice!

    Next, we trekked the ornery infant to Sloane Square to see Lorna. Lorna works at a popcorn stand at an outdoor market in the square. It was a cool area. More "posh" than what I'd seen so far on the trip. Lissie and Kai and I meandered around the market while Lorna finished her shift, and then we went shopping for a bit before heading to our next stop.

    The four of us then made our way to Waterloo where Lorna's boyfriend, Harry, was working at a fresh juice stand at an outdoor food market. The market was really cool. It was showcasing food from around the city, so there were a ton of different places to grab a bite to eat. I ended up having a spicy lamb wrap with mint chili sauce and cabbage salad for dinner. It was tasty!

   Around 10:30 pm, Lissie and I decided to go out. We went to a bar in Shorditch called 'Queen of Hoxton'. It was a pretty cool bar! The decor was a bit strange- the ceiling was plastered with plastic leaves and vines, and the walls were all painted with cartoons of monsters and dogs and trolls. I know it sounds weird, but trust me, it was. We ordered some drinks, but the bartender said they were out of one of the ingrediants in the specific one we wanted, so we asked him to make us something of his choice. He got us involved by making us each shake up our own shakers of drink. I was feeling like a pro bartender until he snatched it away and told me I wasn't doing it good enough, and finished shaking it himself. So I guess I can now check bartender off my list of potential careers. 

  

   We danced for a while, and made friends with a group of guys. One was the penguin keeper at the London Zoo, and the other one was convinced I was from South Park. I told him I was, and he asked if I knew Cartman or Kenny. I got really sad and told him it was a touchy subject. He asked if everything was okay and I said "haven't you heard? They killed Kenny!!!" (for those who don't watch the TV show South Park, they kill off this one character named Kenny in every episode)

   We left around 2 to walk to the bus stop, except we couldn't find the right one. At night in London, only about 1/2 of the stops are still working, so we kept having to walk further and further. Finally, after about a mile and a half, we got to a working stop. Mind you, I did this all in 5 inch heels on cobbelstone in the drizzling rain. Lissie and I were standing at the stop, and this car sped by us right through a puddle of water that was at the edge of the road and we were hit by a mini tidal wave of water. I'm talking in my hair, in my mouth, on my face, everywhere. Lissie and I looked at each other, dripping wet, and started cracking up! It was seriously something I thought only happened in movies! We were soaking and laughing and then the bus came and drove right by us without stopping. This just made us laugh even more and we decided to walk to another bus stop a while away. 

   This ended up turning into a 2:45 am tour of London. We walked through the business district, and by the Gerkin building, and even through the place where they filmed the Diagon Alley scenes for Harry Potter! We were cold and soaking and it was nearly 3 am, but we had such a fun time!

2:45 am at Diagon Alley! You can kinda tell how wet the car-puddle got us
from how see-through my shirt ended up. Yuck!

TODAY-

Sunday, 06/24

  Lissie is dancing in the opening ceremonies of the olympics, and I am very, very jealous of this. She had rehearsal for it today, so I was flying solo.

  I woke up and made my way to Camden Town. I went there last time I was in London, but it was during the evening and everything was closed. I've heard such great things about it, but since my trip there last time was so diappointing, I wanted to check it out again to see what the big fuss was about. Upon arrival, I immediatly saw what was so great about it.

  There are THOUSANDS, literally, of stands set up all over this street. They sell clothes and food and gadgets and knick-knacks and chotchkies and everything else you can imagine. I wandered for about an hour before making it to the end of the street, where I then disappeared for about 2 and a half more hours. The stalls at the end of the street started with this food market where there were stands for different foods from all over the world. They had Chinese food, Thai food, Mongolian, Mexican, Greek, Italian, Moroccan, etc etc. Past that, there were even more stalls with clothing and stuff that went back off the street about a good 3/4 of a mile, but it was like five blocks thick. I'm really doing it no justice with this description, it's just one of those places you have to see! I was there for about 3 hours and saw maaaybe 1/10th of the stalls.

  They had this one store there called CyberDog and it was the MOST INSANE STORE I HAVE EVER BEEN IN. Again, you'll have to go to it to understand, but I'll do my best to explain. They have a big, scary looking bouncer at the front door next to metal detectors, so at first I thought it was an exclusive club or something since I could hear techno music playing from inside. So I stood and watched people come in and out and decided to try to get in, figuring if Hulk the bouncer said anything as I tried to enter, I would just start to cry and shake and play stupid American. I waited until I saw this Indian family go to the doors, ran over, and awkwardly shoved myself in the middle of them, thinking in my head that maybe Mongo would think I was just part of the family (which of course he would have had to be blind to believe, because, as incredibly tan as I am, I cannot pass as Indian). I made it past Brusier and into to building, only to find that it was just this crazy store.

The techno music in the place was blaring so loud that it was making my brain actually melt a bit. I don't know how my new Indian grandparents could handle it! Thankfully, no one noticed when some of my brain spilled out my ears and onto the floor, because they were too busy watching the crazy alien dancers who where convulcing on balconies jutting off of the ceiling. The whole store was lit using only black light, and everything that the staff and dancers were wearing, as well as all of the clothing they were selling was bright neon. I followed my Indian family and took the escalator to the bottom level to look at the clothes. This stuff was weird. I have never seen any human wear stuff like this. They call it "futuristic club-wear", but it was just like space-age, neon, cut up, alien-looking stuff. Think Zenon, Girl of the 21st Century from the Disney Channel if she were a hooker, and on acid. 

The outside of CyberDog

After spending way too long in Camden Town, I decided it was time to move on. I got back to the tube station, only to discover that once you get to Camden Town, you are apparently not allowed to leave. The tube only ran there, but not back, and there was no sign of another tube station in the area. There were busses, but I hadn't figured out the busses like I had the tube system. AND to make things as complicated as possible, all the streets were one way with no rhyme or reason, so figuring out where and which side of the street to catch the bus one was a toss up.

At first, it seemed like it was all too complicated. I decided that I was going to give in and just work as an alien dancer at Cyberdog for the rest of my life. But after remembering that I was already missing part of my brain from the music, I instead settled on a bus stop and decided that I would just get on whatever bus came next. The next bus that stopped was going to Trafalgar Square, and therefore so was I.

When I got off the bus at the square, I saw a bunch of people standing in a line. I did not know what this line was for, but I decided to stand in it. It ended up being an entrance to this big event for the Paralympics, which start tonight in London. I'm not really sure if I was supposed to be there though- they were doing security checks or something at the front of the line but no one would check me so I just walked through. They had a huge stage with performers and a bunch of different booths set up. I wandered for a while and then made my way out and down the road.

This is the Household Calvery Museum.
It is currently closed, because it the olympic beach volleyball games will be played there.
I thought it seemed like a funny place for beach volleyball! 

I wound up at Westminster Abbey and the House of Parliment, which are still to this day two of the most amazing exhibits of architecture I have ever witnessed. I wanted to go inside Westminster Abbey, but there are no visiting hours on Sundays. So I went around the back, scaled one of the flying buttresses, broke through a small stained glass window, slid down an ivory corinthian column, and ran around the abbey for a while before sneaking out again. Just kidding, I didn't do that, but I was very tempted to.

I palled around the outside for way too long and then walked across the bridge going over the Thames River to the London Eye. The area around the London Eye is so strange. It is really cool and alive, but they have SO many people in weird costumes trying to make money off of dumb tourists. There were like 8 people dressed like Shrek, a break dancing Spongebob, an assortment of Disney characters, yoda, and a bunch of other random outfits. I walked around and ended up at the same food market that we visited the day before. I got some Carribbean Jerk Chicken which I ate down near the river, and then returned back to Lissie's flat.

London Eye

Now we are relaxing, having some cider, and watching England play in the semi-finals of the soccer... I mean football... tournament. Afterwards will be be making our way to a new cocktail place to try one of the drinks from their alleged dictionary sized menu of drinks. There is one called the Colorado Bulldog, and I have been sentenced to try it. Hopefully it won't be too late of a night though, as I have to be on the tube for the airport bright and early at 5:45 am to make my way to my next stop... GERMANY!

Until next time-

Meggie

Yorkshire Pudding is not Pudding

Hello all!
   Well am finally getting settled here in London. Let me try to catch you all up on the adventure thus far...

    I left Denver on Wednesday afternoon for my connection in DC. The flight was supposed to land at 9:01, giving me plenty of time to catch my 10:01 flight to London. Well, of course, the flight took off about 30 minutes late, and after navigating around a storm which took up some extra time, we landed in DC at 9:45. Naturally, since we landed so late they had to change our landing terminal to one much further away from where we needed to be. The jetway was therefore not prepared for us, and it took a while to set it up. We (we as in me and the girl who was sitting next to me... graduated from Monarch High in Boulder the same year as me and knows Kelsey and Dara and Morgan Kois! Now goes to school at UC Santa Clara and is studying in London for the summer... small world!) got off the plane at 10:56, leaving us 5 minutes to RUN ACROSS THE AIRPORT. I am NOT joking when I say across. I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with the Dulles airport, so let me post a picture. I feel the need to really show you the insanity of this.

We landed at D32- the last terminal of the red section- and had to get to C7 which is in the same area as the first terminal of the purple section. There is no train. We literally SPRINTED past 52 terminals in four minutes. And, I don't even know how this is possible, but it was UPHILL. I was actually laughing because it was so insane. We came up to the last hill and I heard them say they were shutting the doors to the flight, so I yelled up that we were coming and they held it for one last second for us to get on. The people sitting next to me thought I was insane when I sat down because I was sweating and red and panting.

If they weren't sure I was crazy at that point, they were after I took the ambien. The plane was great- comfy chairs that reclined more than others I've been on, and a tv set on the back of the chair that had 70+ movies to pick from and tons and tons of tv shows. I was actually pretty excited to watch some shows, but that idea went out the window as soon as I took the sleeping pill. I'm not sure what the hell was going on, but it was strange. I guess my body was not tired, but the ambien was trying to make me sleep, so things got weird. I got very loopy and confused. I seriously started to hallucinate. The show I was watching was turning into 3D, there were colors and shapes everywhere, I was so out of it! I confirmed to the people next to me that I was absolutely crazy when they served us dinner. With the ambien messing with my mind, I couldn't hold onto my fork, and I kept dropping bits of food on my lap and missing my mouth and I didn't even care.

Next thing I know I am woken up by the pilot telling us we were descending into London. Taking the tube was simple and after about 70 minutes on it I met Lissie at the tube station in the neighbourhood where she was nannying. We came back to her flat in East London and got everything settled. I walked around a market outside her flat for a bit while she showed her flat to some potential sub-letters. Naturally, the jet-lag set in after a little bit and I was really groggy. We had bangers and mash for dinner (that sounds so English!) and I took a nap, which ended up being the wrong idea. I woke up two hours later and felt worse than I did before, but I knew that going to bed for the night at that point would be a fatal blow.

A few of Lissie's friends came round later at night to play drinking games. We drank cider and played King's Cup! I didn't realize that it was an international game! Her friends are all so sweet and funny! They are super chatty and talkative so there was never a dull (or quiet) moment. Except for me- my social skills took a solid second place to my attempt to stay awake. I was basically brain dead, and the alcohol was no help at all. Somehow, I made it until midnight before excusing myself. My head didn't even hit the pillow before I was out.

This morning was a bit of a mess, just adding to my adventure. Lissie left around 8 am to go to the house of the little boy she was nannying, and I was to meet her there once I woke up. She left me careful written instructions on where to catch the bus and what street to get off at to meet her. I left the flat, of which I have no key to, and went to the bus stop. After waiting for about 30 minutes for the bus, a truck driver pulled over and let me know that it would not be coming- all bus drivers were on strike (Lissie had emailed me this, but I hadn't checked it before I left). I had no way back into the flat, so I went to find a pay phone to ring Lissie with and ask how to get to her via tube.

I got to the pay phone to find that it only accepted coins, which I had none of. So I wandered into a store and bought a water to get some change, only to discover upon return to the phone that it only took coins 50 pence and under, which I still had none of. I went into three stores asking for smaller change, only to get denied. The fourth place I went to must have heard the sheer desperation in my voice and been particularly affected by my pitiful puppy eyes, because they finally gave me change for 1 pound, which I used to call Lissie. As soon as I had explained the situation to her, the pay phone cut off. Of course. So I repeated the process, finally got more change, and managed to heard the directions from her before the phone cut off again.

I met her and the little boy she was nannying- Noah- a bit later. Noah is 2 and is the cutest human child I have ever seen. If you know me at all, you know that I like about 3% of children in the world. Noah falls into that 3%. We played at the park for a bit and then went back to his parent's flat. I was super fun and ended up falling asleep in my hands on the sofa. Yay jet-lag.

Once Noah's mother came back, Lissie took me to Spitalfields Market. It's this cool market off of the Liverpool Station which has tons of stands with bags and dresses and fun things. I ended up buying a dress, but it doesn't really fit well. Too bad, because it turns out that I am currently the most unfashionable person staying in all of the UK. I stand out like a sore American. Everyone here looks adorable in their dresses and leggings and flats. I swear, my flip flops flop even louder than usual here, as if to announce to the world "I am American and know nothing about fashion!"

After the market, Lissie and I went to get groceries. A few of her friends came over and we made a giant roast dinner. It was so good! We had roast beef and potatoes and carrots and parsnips and stuffing and cheesy cauliflower and yorkshire pudding (which I learned has nothing to do with actual pudding- typical american me) and stuffing and gravy and ice cream. I'll post pictures next time! Now we are watching a movie and drinking red wine and life is good!

Until next time-
Meggie

24 hour until take off and unprepared

In 24 hours, I leave for a 7 week adventure across Europe. With the countdown to less than a full day, I should be finishing up packing, making sure I have my itinerary perfected, confirming assorted train reservations, and making sure every single detail about my trip is figured out down to the wire.

Of course, if I was doing that, I would clearly be out of character. Instead, I am starting a blog, gossiping with Megan on facebook, and watching my mom try to put my dog in a bucket of water ("it's too hot! he needs to be in the bucket!"). To say I am under-prepared for this trip is a huge understatement. I can hear my parents reading this and saying 'I told you so'. And they did. But I'm sure this lack of preparedness comes as no surprise to anyone.

I'm actually kind of excited about how little I have prepared for this. It's all part of the adventure! I'm excited to face things as they come my way and problem solve.

So, now that we have covered my lack of responsibility, let me give a basic overview of what the next seven weeks will look like...


I fly out tomorrow and land in London Thursday morning. There I will be staying with a girl named Lissie. I met Lissie during my internship at Disney World. She is from London and worked at Kali River Rapids in the Animal Kingdom with my roommate. We had just become friends when my program ended, and I was sad that I didn't get to know her better. When I decided to go to Europe, I figured I would ask her if I could couch crash and figured the worst she would say way 'no'. 


She didn't say no. In fact, not only did she say yes, but she has been so generous with everything! She is ready to go be a London tourist with me, even though she is a local. She is planning dinners and outings and events and more. I could not be more thankful to her! Lissie is honestly one of the most generous, kind, fun people I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I am so lucky that I get to spend 4 days in London under her wing!

Lissie (girl on my right) and us at I-bar in Orlando!

After 4 days in London, I will jet off to Frankfurt, Germany, and take the train down to where I will be living for the following 6 weeks- Freiburg. If I make it to Freiburg (again, very, very unprepared), I will be living in an apartment with 4-5 other German students. No other Americans. 


This is my biggest concern for the trip. I am not allowed to speak a word of English. I mean none at all. My professor in Germany told us that if he hears us utter one word of English, even if we are drunk at 2 am and say something, he will dock us points from the class. I assume a few weeks in this will be manageable, but where I am now, I am scared out of my mind. I speak enough German where I could MAYBE have a conversation with a 5 year old, as long as the 5 year old is patient and can get past my awful accent.

While living in Freiburg I will be taking two classes in German- Oral German and Swiss/Austrian Culture. We will be doing in-class lectures, as well as many field trips to places like Heidelburg, Meersburg, The Black Forest, etc. On the weekends, I will be traveling. Myself and 3 other students on the program all teamed up to plan weekend excursions. We have each been assigned an entire weekend to plan by ourselves, figuring out every detail from trains to hostels to activities. We will be visiting Munich, Berlin, Salzburg, etc.

The weekend that I was assigned to plan is our first one. While we are 'required' to stay in German speaking areas, mine is a bit of an exception. I am planning the Paris weekend. I know, I know, they don't speak German in Paris, but there was no way that I was going to fly all the way to Europe without visiting Disneyland Paris. Anyone who knows me know that's just not an option. I've met with Dr. Z and talked to Erin, and after getting some pro insight from them on the city, I am actually feeling pretty confident with the weekend. Paris is pretty much the one thing I have actually figured out. I just wish Megan Flanary was going to be there with me! It won't be the same without her :(

I'll use this blog to keep everyone updated on my adventure. I have no idea what to expect at this point, but I'm sure it will be entertaining. Feel free to comment on here if you have any suggestions on what I should do!

Until next time-
Meggie