As 2017 comes to a close, I have to take a moment to appreciate the amazing year I’ve had. All the generosity I’ve received, the beautiful people I met, and the wonderful experiences simply can’t go unmentioned. I can’t think back to this year without a smile, as it was a marathon of priceless moments, … Continue reading 12 Amazing Experiences I’m Thankful For in 2017
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Since the last time I wrote, I had a road trip across West America, went to 5 new European countries, swam in the Mediterranean, and the journey is just getting started.
Despite a going to bed at four in the morning the previous night, we were determined not to sleep in. We vowed not to waste a single second in the beautiful city of Paris. We pulled ourselves out of bed around 9:30, grabbed a couple of croissants from the hotel, then set off for some craved shopping fix.
Today was scheduled to meet the much anticipated journalist John Morris. We rode the metro and stopped by one of the most beautiful parks I’d ever seen. It was surrounded by beautifully historic buildings and looked like another scene straight out of BBC’s Pride and Prejudice. There were little sand boxes and a woman with two of the cutest kids I’ve ever seen were playing in it.
Our time in Caen has come to an end. We packed our bags, loaded the coach and headed to Mount-Saint Michel. I’d never heard of the place before and did not know what to expect.
Our coach picked us up at eight o’clock and we started the day that I felt was the true purpose of this trip. At the Pointe du Hoc, the ground was completely covered in bomb craters preserved from WWII, now covered in a thick sheet of grass from the decades that have passed. Several fortifications the Nazis used to defend themselves were still preserved.
Pulling ourselves out of bed at six in the morning, we piled our groggy selves into a coach and said our last farewells to London. Our stay was too short, and I yearned so much to stay longer and soak in more.
Actual Date: March 12th, 2012 We took the metro again today to visit war correspondent Martin Bell at St. Bride’s cathedral. On the way there, we passed by Fleet Street, which was once the center of the biggest newspaper companies and where journalism thrived. Due to change in laws, the street no longer holds the … Continue reading Cathedrals, Crypts, and Cakes
Actual date: March 10th, 2012 After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at London Gotwick Airport at six in the morning. There was no sudden culture shock, as the only British accent we were able to encounter were from the friendly customs workers. We hopped on a Mercedez-Benz coach and headed to our … Continue reading Hello, London!