Nearing the end
My time in England is drawing to a close. This was my last weekend here and I didn’t even take my camera with me. But let’s just say I got the full Newcastle experience. Complete with cheese chips. I couldn’t find a proper picture, but I am sure you could find one on this website somewhere. Needless to say, I am getting a little sentimental about leaving, which is why I am going to continue with my European adventure recap, which is coming to a close as well. I still have one more trip from England to cover, but today is the last of Jesse and I.
The One in Paris aka “Only We Could Find A Way to Make Paris Unromantic…”
The last moment I had told you about, we were here.
We hopped on the TGV to go to Paris and Jesse instantly fell asleep. I told him I would “Stay awake so I would not miss our stop..”
That did not go over well.
I woke up as we were arriving in Paris. Every single cell in my body hurt. We went to the most mangey hotel in all of Paris..(Seriously, Jesse needed to fix my lock because the door would not even shut properly.) All we had to eat were stale almonds, the beds had cigarette burns and the room smelt like death. We didn’t care.
When we woke up, we decided to go to dinner at 11 pm, like proper French locals. It WAS an amazing evening. We couldn’t meet up with friends that night so I confidently manuveured the metro system and took him to one of the cuisine quartiers. We had an amazing dinner on the patio of salads, mussels and fries. (Hey, they are called FRENCH fries.)
The next day we were able to meet up with friends so we were doing some sight seeing and shopping. That evening, we decided to find a sushi place. Thank heavens I have another close friend who is as directionally challenged as me to prove to Jesse I am not a travesty to the human race.
We wandered for an hour and we were still not able to find the place that was always ‘just around this corner’. I kept smiling encouragingly at Jesse and saying “See?” He ended up reading a map and helping the my friend who has lived there 5 years locate the place.
Worth it. As Jesse said at one point in the meal:” Hands down the best sushi I have ever had!” Let’s just say there was some ironic foreshadowing going on there.
We ended the night on a sweet note.
The next morning, Jesse was complaining about not feeling the greatest. I thought it was just because he was tired and dragged him to more tourist sights and shopping. By noon, he was doubled over by the Seine River and I felt like the worst girl friend in the world.
It was a nightmare to try and get to the airport in the most crowded train of the RER with Jesse almost unable to stay upright. He had a horrible case of food poisoning from aforementioned sushi, and the worst thing was, he was flying home directly from Newcastle the moment he landed from Paris.
It was a hard good bye, considering he had not eaten anything and could barely walk and had layovers and about 10 hours of travel time.
But thankfully, he made it. And even though we didn’t go to the Eiffel Tower or Champs Elysees and at one point I was randomly wandering in a stranger’s apartment above a convience store looking for tylenol for him and this was the most memorable sight in Paris for this trip
I wouldn’t have had it any other way.