What a wonderful start to the day! Our flight wasn’t till later so we slept in before packing up and heading off to the airport. Due to a current issue with pollution all our public transportation was free! We said farewell to our beloved Metro and RER and had quick flight to Rome.
That’s when our luck ran out. We haven’t set our phones up for roaming but our ‘host’ (the person holding the keys we needed to get into our apartment here) said we needed to call him from the airport. Sam got some change so we could use the payphones. I called the number we’d been given twice and each time got an error message (with the machine taking a euro each time even though the message said it was a free message!). That’s when I discovered he must have given us the number with the area code included… We also check our paperwork to find it had a different number to the one we’d been given directly by the host. After getting some more change I tried again minus the first 2 numbers and got through! Unfortunately it didn’t like my 2 euro coin so it then cut us off before we’d had a chance to resolve anything. Our host had had time to dis our bus idea in favour of the expensive but much faster option of a taxi. He also asked us to call him when we got to the apartment (um… how?). I dialled back to discover that while I could hear him, he couldn’t hear me. At this point I passed the role of responsibility onto Sam. He tried calling and found the same problem. I waited with the suitcase while Sam hunted down a different set of payphones and eventually got through and organised for our host to wait for us while we took a taxi to the apartment.
We made it! The street is so narrow cars can’t drive down it and the area was really beautiful at night. Our host was lovely and the apartment is teeny tiny but kind of awesome. Sam ventured out and got us some yummy take away carbonara pasta. Despite all the hassle the taxi trip gave us a chance to see some beautiful sites already, including the Colosseum.
I miss Paris and its wonderful public transport, familiar grocery stores and Disneyland! Looking forward to discovering Rome over the next few days.
That’s Gaelic for ‘See you later Ireland’ and French for ‘Hello France’! (Make sure you’re reading that last bit with a French accent since it’s France in French or English. On that note, every time I write Paris you should read it as ‘paree’ to keep things interesting).
After another early start we made it to Paris in record speed (a bit over an hour from Dublin to Paris). We arrived to a toasty 10 degrees (C) and managed to catch the RER B then the Metro to make it to our apartment near the Eiffel Tower (it’s just off Rue du Commerce Milly!).
Pretty much every time we interacted with anyone today I started off great with “Bonjour” but had no clue what to follow that up with… Luckily everyone essential spoke English. I usually then thanked them in English, forgetting to use my other French phrase ‘Merci’ (Ok, I might have a few others up my sleeve but they seem to leave my brain whenever I encounter an actual French person). A lovely lady held the door open for us as we came up the stairs from the metro with our suitcases, and since Sam decided to carry both his and mine she commented (very quickly) in French. My miming of ‘muscles’ (have you seen me show off the all-but-invisible definition in my bicep? exactly like that!) got a laugh and friendly smile :)
After an intense struggle with the wifi (we won… eventually…) we ventured out for sustenance. We found a great shop nearby called Monoprix and headed straight to the top floor to get some groceries. I’m looking forward to checking out the rest of the store some time. This was the most fun I’ve ever had while grocery shopping. I still haven’t quite got over the fact that you can buy alcohol while buying your groceries. Fun fact, you need to take your veggies to be weighed at a counter inside the store and get a sticker (like when you order at the deli in Aus). I definitely did not discover that at the check-out >_>
I even found Speculoos (called Biscoff in America) which is basically cookie butter (I’ve wanted to try this spread for ages, but not enough to order it in, so this was exciting). It tastes exactly like the biscuits [Annie] (when eaten straight from the jar on a spoon, not sure about when it’s actually spread on bread).
To top off this exciting adventure of an afternoon we stopped at Micky D’s for a Royale with Cheese (they use the metric system here).
Aaand after a nice bath I started trying to catch up on this whole blog thing while Sam eventually fell asleep on the couch. We miss you all lots and lots. Love and light!