Monday morning we woke up to head to the Louvre Museum! We grabbed yet another breakfast at McDonalds and were on our way. Not to our surprise, there was of course another long line! Again we had an issue, Diana and Nasha took off to go take pictures and left me to wait in line alone! It really made me mad because I had just said I want a picture with that fountain and then we all decided we should get in line first and we would take pictures later. After they finally returned, Nasha offered to take pictures of me with the fountain, but I still was not happy. We waited for about 45 minutes all together to get in, but again our Passports with Residence Permits allowed us in for free! Once inside, things were better. We saw the statues of the Greek Gods and Godesses, the Grand Sphinx, and best of all…the Mona Lisa! It was smaller than I expected and there were so many people crowded around it that it took forever to get close enough for a picture! Once we finally got to the front, we snapped a few pictures and tried to get out, but there were so many people crowded there, they wouldn’t even let us get out of their way! It was crazy!
Luckily we finally got out of there, saw a few last minute things and then left the museum. We walked through some gardens and then headed to the Eiffel Tower! Today was the day we were climbing it! We stopped at a little crepe stand on the way and I had the most delicious chicken and cheese crepe! We arrived to find a huge line again, the sign said a 2 hour wait. We soon realized that line was for the lifts. So we jumped in the stairs line and were in within about 20 minutes! We climbed the first set of stairs to the first floor and it wasn’t too bad. We took some pictures and headed on up to the second floor. By the time we got there we were pretty exhausted. We had to stop a few times for breath on the way up. We took some pictures there too and then relaxed on a bench for awhile before getting in the line to get on the lift to go the res t of the way to the top! We finally made it to the top and oh my was it windy and cold! Plus to make it worse, it was sprinkling! We tried to take some pictures, but of course they didn’t turn out very good because our hair was everywhere and it was rainy and wet! We marveled at the view for awhile and then headed back down.
We were planning to go check out the Basilica on Montmartre while it was still light out, but while we were eating dinner at this Chinese place near our hotel, the other’s decided they didn’t want to go. I was annoyed because it was one of the things I wanted to see, more than the Pantheon and some of the other things we saw. But I wasn’t going to go alone, it would be too dangerous. That was their excuse for almost everything I wanted to do, its too dangerous! This frustrated me because yes the city is dangerous, but as long as we stick together and only go out when its light out, we should be fine. The only reason that stuff happened to that guy was because he was out drinking at the bars late at night in the bad part of town; we are smarter than that!
Anyway, we finished dinner and then Diana wanted some Crème Brule, so I went with her so she didn’t have to go alone. While she was eating, she was like you know I heard what you said last night. I wasn’t asleep. And she said something about that noise she was making, she didn’t know in English, and I was like snoring and she was like yeah. And yes Nasha was like I don’t know how she can sleep on her back like that and she mentioned that causes snoring. That was the only thing we said about that. And then she kept saying she heard us talking. And I was all what are you talking about and she was like Nasha asked you what time you were setting your alarm for and you told her and then started talking about me how I just get up in the mornings. I was like yes I was explaining to her how I can’t just jump right out of bed like you can. And then she mentioned something about Italy and was like yeah just ask Nasha what you said, but she couldn’t tell me what I had said. The only thing I said was that I don’t think I can go to Italy with her because we fight too much.
Then we relaxed in the hotel until it started to get dark out. This was our last night in Paris and we wanted to see the Eiffel Tower when it was lit up. Luckily, the bus stop was right in front of our hotel, so we didn’t have to worry about walking around at night! We arrived to see the gorgeous tower in lights. It was raining so we tried to hurry and take our pictures. We were waiting for the twinkling lights, but they weren’t coming on again. I was like maybe its every thirty minutes, but then 9:30 came and no twinkly lights. We were getting ready to head out when we realized how many people were gathered. We then assumed that it happens every hour. We stood there waiting and Diana was complaining the whole time how her feet were soaked and she was all wet. Mind you, she was the only one with a freaking umbrella! This made Nasha and I very mad! I was like my feet are soaked too, but we want to see the lights…we’re only in Paris for this one last night! Finally we saw the twinkly lights and Nasha and I danced around happily.
Then we headed back to the hotel where the flames got hotter. Diana was like I am going to take a shower and Nasha was like no I am going to take one, you always go first. So Diana was annoyed but agree and was like but I am going next in a very rude tone. When Nasha got out of the shower, Diana went to get in and realized there was only one towel. She asked me if I brought one and I had, but it was bundled up in a vacuum sealed bag that I didn’t want to open and plus I couldn’t put it back in there if it was wet and this was our last night. So I was like well we could just go downstairs and ask for another one. So then she was like ok you do that. And I was like I said we could, not I’m going to. And she got all huffy and puffy and was like I am using my towel and slams the door to the bathroom. After she was done, I took my shower and went straight to bed; I couldn’t deal with her prissy attitude anymore!
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