On January 6th, I left San Francisco and began my journey to Europe. My sister, Ashley, dropped me off at the airport and I was so close to tears! I've flown by myself of course, but this was International!! Things run a little differently flying abroad. I went to check my massive load that was my luggage and of course...it was overweight. Bam. $100 fee. I had been at the airport for 10 minutes (I wasn't even abroad yet!!) and I managed to pay a big expense. Nevertheless, I managed to shuffle along through security and all the way to my gate just fine. Let me also just say that the International terminal has so many beautiful people. Like, somehow Europeans are inherently good looking and the rejects were sent to the United States. I don't know how they do it. And everyone dresses so nicely too, which I already knew, but like....American men really need to step up their dressing game....because they don't have any.
Anyways, the flight to Paris was fine. It was long, and I didn't sleep but they provided us with movies and shows to choose from. I watched Monsters University, some of the Hangover, some of The Heat, Friends, Modern Family, and The Office. I also tweeted about my experience (people I observed and the airline food. Classic.) so you can look at that on my twitter.
God, this is written so poorly. I am so sorry.
When I got off of the plane at the airport in Paris (which by the way is enormous) I finally bumped into some familiar faces from Gonzaga. Thank. God. I'm glad I don't have any pictures because I was one hot, sweaty mess. My God. Anyways, so our plane was delayed, which I didn't mind because again...hot sweaty mess...so it was just nice to sit down, relax, and catch up with some people. The ride from Paris to Florence was where things really got exciting, though. I was blessed to get window seat (which I never get) where I gazed at the scenery below. It. Was. Beautiful. Honestly, I don't think I could have flown at a better time. First, we flew over these gorgeous mountains (I believe it was the French Alps). None of the pictures I took did any of the views justice, but I wish they had because I couldn't look away. There were these light blue pools that glistened in the mountaintops and the mountains were jagged yet so wondrous. After the Alps, there some sort of fog or smoke that laid across some hills which created this eerie look that I was totally digging. As the plane ride went on, the orange from the sunset caused these bodies of water to sparkle with gold, and the sky looked like a painting. I was literally just sitting taking pictures totally nerding out at how marvelous everything looked! Then, we hit Florence. Everything was so lush and the buildings looked nothing like they do in the United States. They are much more beautiful but in a more quaint and modest way. At this point, I couldn't take my camera away from the window because I didn't want to miss a moment.
Sidenote: During the cab ride to my "pensione", I was instantly reminded of The Lizzie McGuire Movie (I know, I know...). I didn't think so many people actually ride mopeds, I thought it was just a stereotype. No, they are literally everywhere!
The thing that got me most excited was the cobblestoned streets. I don't know what it is, but the right touch of that and the architecture is what really, to me, differentiates Europe from the United States.
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