Blog post Paris 

We spent the weekend in Paris. Compared to Amsterdam it was quite more Crowded than the Netherlands and the public transit system wasn’t that streamlined. (I don’t know how these people are going to have the facilities to host the Olympics)

The train station smelled like piss I swear my e-cigarette was healither.

Other than that I’m incredibly grateful I had the privilege of going, it gives me more insight about neighboring countries and how various resource allocation affect cities.

I loved my airbnb group (Mina, Trizah, Hannah, Regan, and Sam) and got to see the Ordssay! With works from Claude Monet, Georges Seurat,  And Vincent Van Gogh. 

I also got to see the Effie tower sparkle at night. I picked up an autobiography about faulco I’ve been enjoying at the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. 

I’m feeling more and more cultured by the day. 

But then I made the rookie mistake of thinking my Eurostar train left at 7pm so, I spendt the whole day in Paris by myself. 

My solo journey started with going to brunch near our Airbnb at Flam & go. Pink chicken waffles and tea is always amazing but something about it being in France was the cherry on top. 

I think got on the train and headed to the palace of versailles to start the guided tour. It was a dream come true for me and as always, I’m incredibly grateful. My favorite part was seeing the Hall of Mirrors room which contains 357 mirrors and was used for ceremonies and receptions.

The good times never last of course and went to the station only to find out my train was at 7am not 7pm. They tell me I can get on the train headed to Brussels so I did that.

I was crying and making an American scene on the train not only because I’d never been in that situation but also because my phone was dying and the charger wasn’t compatible with the one on the train. 

With the help of Akash I was confident i could make it back to Amsterdam by 1 AM. Of course, this was not the case at all. I was waiting for the flex bus and it never came by that point it was 11:30 PM in Brussels, graffiti everywhere in a very desolate and eerie red light district with no patrons at all.

I finally accepted defeat and booked a best western. I was relieved when I got there but one other thing I still don’t have a fucking charger. After rummaging around multiple times and claim he didn’t have any converters the hotel lobby guy finally gave me one.

When I finally take a well needed shower not worrying about how much soap I’m using. I texted everyone to reassure them I was okay. I hate making people worry about me.

I booked a flexbus ticket and was on my journey by 11am the next day finally making it back to the bicycle at 3pm.

Belgium will always bring up anxiety now and I’m sad I didn’t have a good intro into the country.

I’m happy I had friends to lean on and exerted resilience.