I used to think that Paris in a weekend would be perfect. I would see everything that I needed to and it would be the perfect amount of time.



I was wrong.

I could have spent a week there and still needed to see more or go back to that perfect spot next to Notre Dame and people watch again for just a few more hours.

But I managed it in a weekend, starting on Friday.

Friday

My flight landing mid morning, I decided to call Friday "tourist day." This really just means that I tried to hit all the major hot spots. Dropping my bag off at the hostel I would be staying in for the next two days up in Montmartre. I took the metro to my first stop I noticed after almost getting lost on my first metro experience on the way into Paris.

Notre Dame Cathedral

Of course I made sure to stand on Point Zero as well.



After reading Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins, it was a must. Even if I still don't quite know where my own Etienne St. Clair may have been.

Shakespeare and Company

Wandering through the shelves packed with books and people, I spent a pretty great deal of time just waiting for a book to jump out at me. A sales attendant must have noticed.

"Can I help you with anything?"
"Um..." I looked around. "Can I stay here forever?"
She seemed to think about this. "Well, you can take your time."

She then helped me find and stamped my next read, She Came to Stay by Simone De Beauvoir.

Sainte Chapelle

Ever since I saw this beautiful place in photos whether it be on Instagram or in my art history classes, I knew I had to go and take in the gorgeous gold and color.

Eiffel Tower

After Sainte Chapelle came walking. A lot of walking. I walked for hours and man, my shoes got a workout. I walked all the way next, to the Tour de Eiffel.

Louvre

The much to see of course included the Louvre as I walked through the most beautiful gardens before it. In the heat of the very hot day, people sat all around in the grass and along the fountains, dipping there feat in to cool off.


Then of course I came upon the pyramid.


I also got lost. Who knew one could do so in the Louvre? Slightly dehydrated and thirsting for art, I still managed to see quite a lot, including of course, the Mona Lisa. I could only imagine that if I didn't see it, I would be berated by my family who would be asking all about my trip once I returned home.

Tip: after 6 p.m. on Fridays, those under 26 can get into the Louvre for free!

Saturday

On Saturday, after becoming obsessed on Netflix over a certain tv show while stressing over finals during the school year, I knew I had to take a bit of a trip while I was in Paris. Where to?

Versailles

My favorite room while inside of course was the fan favorite of the hall of mirrors, everything felt so magical in there. I felt as if I needed to be dressed in a big hoop skirt, prepared to dance in a ball. Of course, I was only in one of my sundresses and surrounded by quite a few others, but I managed a few steps of some ballet or another on my toes to make past Kings and Queens proud. Well, I at least thought so.

I am sure with gorgeous rooms and a view over the gardens like they had, it would be hard to be to impressed.

Sunday

Sunday plans were a little fuzzy for me, I won't lie. My first goal however?

Coffee.

KB Cafeshop

The tea house made this museum of romantic art even more beautiful. Under the sunlight it looked like a fairy tale sort of glass greenhouse.

Sacre Coeur

Since my morning walk turned into going a little longer than I already thought through Montmartre, I kept walking upwards. This time towards Sacre Coeur.




The view over Paris was definitely worth it to end my trip. I headed back down the hill and to my flight only for it to be delayed three hours, just in time.

I dressed myself in a floral blue dress and wedges, unsure exactly how I was going to be spending my first weekend in Aix-en-Provence. I figured none the less that I would at least look nice after the rough weeks of switching homestays and switching classes and not being able to travel to Nice for the weekend because of said switching homestays. Looking at myself in the mirror, my phone was forever in its abroad position of being charged connected to the the character chord connected to the European adapter connected to the extension chord outlet. It beeped.



Opening it up to the only way to get a hold on of me on the Facebook messenger I never thought anyone used until now, my new friend Braden who also did not go to Nice was already typing a second message after the first hello.

"So, you want to climb a mountain today?"

I turned back to my reflection in the mirror in my pretty summer dress. I looked so damn pretty. With a groan I stripped down and redressed into black leggings and a slightly too loose pink tank top before I messaged back. While we set up a spot to meet before getting on the bus for the journey to the base of the mountain, I slipped on my trusty yellow Keds.

Because what else would you climb a mountain in?




Yes, I know. Probably actual sneakers, bus I was not too concerned. There would probably be a nice trail path and some shade as we hiked. It would be a nice fun day. So, appearing slightly homeless and very un-French as other women passed by in their cobblestone steady heels, I met up with Braden for a veggie filled brunch lunch at Toasty. Then it was time...to find the bus...to get off the bus almost at the wrong stop...to get off the bus at the correct stop...and to begin climbing Mt. Sainte Victoire.

I was pumped. I was ready. I was already sweating from the heat of 1 p.m. sunlight shining down on my shoulders as we began on the red and white trail. Another couple began the hike with us after getting off the bus at the same time.

She was from France.

He was from Columbia.

They were in love and talked all about the places they had been and other mountains they had climbed, both together and alone.

They talked, Braden and I-- ok, mostly I was trying to cover the fact that if I opened my mouth it would be to gasp for air. Cute French-Columbia couple were keeping a pace as we scaled the trails already hefty incline. They barely looked like they were breaking a sweat as we all paused to reapply sunscreen and then the next time for a little sip of water or two or three, and then the next time when they pretended not to see us stop as I collapsed to the rocky ground for another break as they kept hiking onward.

"I am not sure I am going to make it. I am dying."

Braden laughed, as I am not going to lie, I proclaim my death quite often. Then he saw my face. "Oh, seriously?"

I wasn't sure.






We sat there as I decided and drunk most of my water in the sliver of shade. I didn't even care as ants began to climb up my dirt covered Keds. I was not sure that I was going to make it. We could easily turn back right then, but then I took out my phone and took a photo of the trail before us. I took a photo of Braden's uneasy face that was now to be the face of determination as I stood up.

"Well, let's go."

"Yeah?"

I thought over my answer. I suddenly remembered the last time I went hiking almost two years ago in New Jersey on a camping trip with my first roommate, Allison. After watching a Yoga with Adriene video we adopted one of the mantras for that trip. I decided I needed to bring it back out.

"I accept."

We kept hiking. The trail got hotter and the path got smaller as we began to climb dirt and rocks smoothed over from many others doing this same climb. Soon I looked over the edge we stood walking on and could see nearly all of Provence it seemed like. With a laugh that sounded less and less like me gasping for air, I kept moving a new sort of spring in my step as we then saw the monastrary above us.

We were at least halfway there, if not more. We joked as we hiked and took moments to suck down the last bits of water we had as if we were in the desert. Before I knew it though, something happened all of a sudden.

I made it.



I climbed Mount Sainte Victoire.

So high I could almost touch the clouds, we sat on the edge of the cross where the couple was already there sitting and eating the bread they had somehow managed to lug.

"You made it!" They called.

Yeah, we made it.

I got to see the amazing view I'll never forget to prove it as Braden shared half of his peanut butter filled Clif bar that made our mouths dry from lack of water before heading back down each boulder and rock. We got lost on a separate trail on the way down and took the bus for an extra hour more than necessary, but the day we climbed Mt. Sainte Victoire was a day to be remembered.

To celebrate, for our first Aix meal out? Pasta and Provence Rose.



Amazing.

To be honest I may even climb that mountain again someday. Or maybe another. Is this am I a hiker now?

Maybe.

Someday.

Known as one of France's most beautiful towns, a group of buildings are nestled into the base of the mountain, a star to evoke Saint Mary hangs between the two. The star that currently hangs above the town was made in 1957. It is the eleventh star to put up, though in 1995 it had to be recovered in gold leaf after having a fall, but ultimately was put back up to look over Moustiers once again.

Moustiers, though I came to see the star and the gorgeous town, is also quite known for its china. Still they have potters that emulate the china with small patterns that you definitely want to spend some time looking at, and if the price alright to you, maybe take home a piece that seems to be from another century.

Imagine sitting down to that at the kitchen table.

Moutstiers is a lovely place I could only imagine the most beautiful of love stories to be told. Lovers could be walking down the narrow streets and kisses shared in all the little nooks and crannies this town has to offer.

There was a story here, I knew it, though I am still not sure what exactly it was. Maybe one day, it will come to me during another hazy summer day.


Within the town, we hiked up the rocky roads to where a small well was. Slipping water bottles out from bags everyone began to fill their bottles.

"Miracle water," one said.

It is true in a way. It is said that one should fill their bottle of water and drink it while hiking up the Moustiers' Notre Dame, a chapel high between the two mountains. Once one made it to the top to the chapel under the star, you were told to make a wish.


The day however was not over as I strained to wander and see all Moustier had to offer. Rushed from the beautiful town to the next event, I definitely recommend taking your time, or at least an hour or two to enjoy Moustiers.

Even if, like me, it was time to go to the beautiful lavender fields Provence dreams are made of.

While in Provence, even if you may not always be close to make a day trip to Greece to see the gorgeous waters, there are plenty of places to spend a day aside of the water and gasp at how blue they are. One place to this is to take a day trip to the Gorges Du Verdon. Pack a picnic basket, a hat, and be ready to get your toes wet to fully enjoy the gorges.


The whole day starting at the gorges was planned via Georges! While living in Aix-en-Provence for almost two months, I luckily got plenty of opportunities if I wanted to take weekend day trips with a local guide who hosted bus trips, Georges.

Throughout the summer weeks he made sure to offer trips from local to as far away as Monte Carlo for those to enjoy, trip usually also accompanied by information on the bus, usually spoken in French, so brush up on those French words if you are still learning as I am!

For about twenty euro the entire trip of seeing the gorges, Moustiers, and the lavender fields was taken care of. The bus left outside the Grand Hotel Roi Rene in the early morning. From Aix-en-Provence to the Lac de Sainte Croix, the trip is approximately two hours though it definitely felt shorter.


Though that may have been my excitement talking.

The Gorges du Verdon is a canyon that stretches over fifteen miles and about 2,000 feet deep. Set in south east France, north of Nice, the Verdon River flows through the gorge and into our beautiful and relaxing setting of the Lac de Sainte Croix.

Though the Gorges du Verdon is the deepest gorge in France, land the lake itself is the second largest, let's be honest and say that all these grand facts are not the exact reason to visit.



Crossing the bridge over the stunning aquamarine water that flows from the man made lake of Sainte-Croix, I am pretty sure that I have only seen such a color before in a Crayola box.




Then I was off for to the next stop of the day. To Moustiers-Sainte-Marie!

Though I didn't live like French royalty while I was there, I certainly enjoyed my time while in Versailles. After a train ride that I almost got lost on, I wandered around the corner through the city and I was there, staring into a building of patterned gold.

I also saw an already long forming line an hour before it opened, but that is besides the point. The luxury! The beauty! I spent my day wandering Versailles through each room before heading to the gardens. There, I spent even more time, letting myself be lost within the hedges of the most lovely landscape created, filled with flowers and fountains and of course, ice cream for when the sun got a little too warm.











After wandering hours and further breaking in my shoes I brought for the weekend, it was time to go back to my hostel to rest up for my final next day, but if you have an extra day while in Paris to travel out towards magnificent Versailles, I definitely suggest it. Be sure you get there early with time to walk and a full camera battery!

The Bloggess has been serving up the best in comedic blog posts since blogging was a real sort of thing to do with your life. In her first memoir, Let's Pretend it Never Happened (A mostly true memoir) the realness of life and comedy within it does not stop on a computer screen. Nope, you can now read the hilarious Jenny Lawson in print.

Taxidermy animals and adorable marriage goals included.

photo credit: the bloggess

Recently I have been on a memoir kick and I don't think that my love for them will stop after reading this book that I picked up from the free book shelf within my study abroad school. Someone like me it seemed could just not fit this wonderful paperback back into their carry-on.

What does fit however, is the awkward memories of me laughing in public while reading this book of adventures told by an anxiety afflicted woman who I felt like I understood very well already just by finding out that alone. In unfiltered detail, she tells about the moments throughout her life. This goes from being a poor kid in a town no one really knows of in Texas, having a dad who I wouldn't ever want to say had something really cool he wanted to show me (see back to "taxidermy included"), and finally arriving at the point of her life now where Jenny has a family and very kind husband of her own who will totally fight her on if Jesus could be considered a zombie or not.

Again, goals.

The stories at times are as crazy as possibly Jenny may call herself, but overall they are great in that weird "no, seriously, you cannot make this stuff up" sort of way. Each story also only managed to increase my admiration and appreciation for Jenny Lawson page by page, both for her view of the world and for her ease of writing, even if it isn't always showing her life in the best of lights as we like to usually let others see out in the open. Especially on the internet. But in the end, she is right. Bloggers write because they want to be heard and usually are too awkward and antisocial to actually shout.

And thank goodness The Bloggess was.

Be prepared to laugh and cringe and do all the sorts of things you need a memoir to do, especially if you will be reading it as I was, sitting in an airport waiting for my perpetually delayed flight. My fellow passengers didn't think I was strange at all...

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