There's really no way this weekend could have been any more perfect...OK, maybe if we didn't have finals, but that's not really an option. It started Friday night with our Farewell Dinner with everyone in the program, our professors and SU Center staff. Knowing it would be an emotional night we stocked up on the wine and champagne pre-dinner...although I was banking on SU covering an open bar at the restaurant. Hey, one can dream, right?
We had plentyyyyy of photo ops with Kjelly and Marxer, and yes, even our favorite Baby Journalist. I don't think I've ever cried more with a group of people that I did last night. It was just beautiful. I think Lex said it best in her speech, which went something like this.
"Don't cry and be upset, because it's over. Think about all of our friends at home who will never get this opportunity. Think of everyone who won't know about Pierre, 05843, Francesca's, Club Schmuzie, Hans-y, Dordogne and Homme de Fer."
We all spent Saturday afternoon in our 3-hour long Policy Final. Rude Kjelly, rude! Had dinner out in the country with Nou Nou and Lutece. Saturday night was one final outing with all 50 people in the program. Simply glorious.
Spent Sunday like we spend most Sundays here...at Cafe Brant in the sun.
This will probably be my last entry for a while because I'm not really sure what else to say. In a sense, I feel frustrated because I can't even put into words how amazing these past 4 months have been. But I've decided that it's OK. I've got my photos, my memories and my friends and that's all I can ask for.
50 friends. 8 countries. 24 cities. 4 incredible months. Strasbourg, you've got my only heart.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Getting saucy in Strassy, one more time.
So…I’ve been MIA for a while, but for good reason. I’ve been living it up here my last few weeks here abroad. I’ve been trying to write a post for a while now, but really didn’t know what to say. It’s probably the biggest problem I’ve had since being here—trying to explain how amazing this semester has been to everyone back home, because honestly it’s just indescribable. But in summary, since my last post a bajillion years ago, I spent Easter in Marseille, a weekend in Barcelona and had one last program trip to Heidelberg, Germany. Pics on FB if you’re interested.
I was actually supposed to be in Paris this weekend to see my sister and Molloy…but thanks some volcano in Iceland all planes into CDG were grounded so they couldn’t come. I was going to go ahead and go to Paris anyway, but for some reason I felt like I’d have more fun in Strasbourg. I don’t regret my decision at all. Since we have finals next weekend, this was our last “real” weekend in Strasbourg. I couldn’t imagine it being any better.
Yesterday I spent the day with Lex and Brittany playing tourist in our own city. It was the nicest day yet in Strasbourg, so we put on our shorts, flippy floppies and sunglasses and headed for the Cathedral.
At Orientation our first day in Strasbourg, SU put together a folder full of maps, tour books and small pamphlets of things to do in Strasbourg. Yesterday,10 days before I leave Strasbourg, was the first day I looked at them. It had been bothering me for a while because I knew I’d become too comfortable because Strasbourg had become home. I’d gotten to a point where I felt like I knew the cities I’d spent a day or two in travelling better than Strasbourg where I’d spent 4 months living, working and studying.
Regardless, I decided that Sunday was the day I’d dedicate entirely to Strasbourg. We paid our 2.40 euro to climb to the platform halfway up the Notre Dame Cathedral. This was the first monument we’d climbed where at the top we could point to everything in the city—the European Parliament, Place République, the Strasbourg Center, my house, Francesca’s. It was a cool feeling. I remember the first weekend I spent in Strasbourg—lost and confused…not even knowing where the tram stop was to get from the SU Center into the city. That first Sunday Nou Nou brought Sue and I to the Cathedral and told us all about the history of Strasbourg. She told us to wait to climb it until the end of the semester so it would mean something. She was right.
We treated ourselves to some gelato at one of the cafés beside the Cathedral…first in a bowl and then another round in a cone to go. Continuing our day of “getting to know Strasbourg” we headed down to the river for our boat tour of the city.
It was a perfect day and a perfect weekend in every way possible. It made up for all the weeks I’d been kicking myself for not getting out and really exploring the city. Still, it didn’t make us any less okay with the fact that we’re leaving in a week and a half.
I’ve got my last two days working at the Council this week, our goodbye dinner as a group Friday night and then finals before leaving next Thursday morning. We’re all getting to that point where we get all nostalgic about the semester and talk about not wanting to leave and reminisce about everything we’ve done in the past 4 months.
So, here’s to one more week of morning walks to the Center, Arrabiatta penne at Francesca’s, tarte flambée, macaroon runs to Patrick’s, mid-day wine breaks, exaggerated French accents, “cou cou c’est moi” and “Oh mon dieu” moments. One more week with Nou Nou. One more week with Marxy and Kjelly. One more week with all of my seals. One more week of the most incredible 4 months of my life.
I was actually supposed to be in Paris this weekend to see my sister and Molloy…but thanks some volcano in Iceland all planes into CDG were grounded so they couldn’t come. I was going to go ahead and go to Paris anyway, but for some reason I felt like I’d have more fun in Strasbourg. I don’t regret my decision at all. Since we have finals next weekend, this was our last “real” weekend in Strasbourg. I couldn’t imagine it being any better.
Yesterday I spent the day with Lex and Brittany playing tourist in our own city. It was the nicest day yet in Strasbourg, so we put on our shorts, flippy floppies and sunglasses and headed for the Cathedral.
At Orientation our first day in Strasbourg, SU put together a folder full of maps, tour books and small pamphlets of things to do in Strasbourg. Yesterday,10 days before I leave Strasbourg, was the first day I looked at them. It had been bothering me for a while because I knew I’d become too comfortable because Strasbourg had become home. I’d gotten to a point where I felt like I knew the cities I’d spent a day or two in travelling better than Strasbourg where I’d spent 4 months living, working and studying.
Regardless, I decided that Sunday was the day I’d dedicate entirely to Strasbourg. We paid our 2.40 euro to climb to the platform halfway up the Notre Dame Cathedral. This was the first monument we’d climbed where at the top we could point to everything in the city—the European Parliament, Place République, the Strasbourg Center, my house, Francesca’s. It was a cool feeling. I remember the first weekend I spent in Strasbourg—lost and confused…not even knowing where the tram stop was to get from the SU Center into the city. That first Sunday Nou Nou brought Sue and I to the Cathedral and told us all about the history of Strasbourg. She told us to wait to climb it until the end of the semester so it would mean something. She was right.
We treated ourselves to some gelato at one of the cafés beside the Cathedral…first in a bowl and then another round in a cone to go. Continuing our day of “getting to know Strasbourg” we headed down to the river for our boat tour of the city.
It was a perfect day and a perfect weekend in every way possible. It made up for all the weeks I’d been kicking myself for not getting out and really exploring the city. Still, it didn’t make us any less okay with the fact that we’re leaving in a week and a half.
I’ve got my last two days working at the Council this week, our goodbye dinner as a group Friday night and then finals before leaving next Thursday morning. We’re all getting to that point where we get all nostalgic about the semester and talk about not wanting to leave and reminisce about everything we’ve done in the past 4 months.
So, here’s to one more week of morning walks to the Center, Arrabiatta penne at Francesca’s, tarte flambée, macaroon runs to Patrick’s, mid-day wine breaks, exaggerated French accents, “cou cou c’est moi” and “Oh mon dieu” moments. One more week with Nou Nou. One more week with Marxy and Kjelly. One more week with all of my seals. One more week of the most incredible 4 months of my life.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Des petits riens...
Yeah, we're in the home stretch. One month. It may sound weird, but I've bee looking forward to April. Not because I want to go home, but because I love the sprint at the end of a race. I know this month is going to be stressful, exhausting and emotional. But I'm ready for it.
For so long, April has seemed like it was so long away, like it would never come. But today, it's real. I'm going to be writing 1.4.10 on all of my notes and papers. NO, not January 4th...which coincidentally was the date that I left the U.S. for Paris. Weird.
I just finished writing a paper for French on "des petits riens qui font partie de la vie" or "the little nothings that make up everyday life" talking about my favorite aspects or experiences in Strasbourg. It perfectly described exactly how I was feeling. Everything here this semester has been about the little things—drinking a coffee outside at Brant, walking along the river to class every morning, weekly Friday night dinners at Francesca’s, watching Nou Nou’s impressions of M. Bach and Prof. Marxer in the kitchen at breakfast, ridiculous SU dance parties at Salamandre or Seven, inside jokes with Kjelly in Policy, runs through Orangerie, grabbing a baguette and macaroons from Patrick’s and walking down the street like it’s no big deal.
I think with one month left, it’s inevitable that I get all sentimental and emotional. I think Rob Thomas sums it up best. Yes, Rob Thomas. If you didn’t already think I was enough of a mom, here’s more evidence.
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
I originally was going to post about our program trip last weekend to Nancy, Verdun, Reims and Metz…but I’m lazy, so I’ll resort to pics instead.
For so long, April has seemed like it was so long away, like it would never come. But today, it's real. I'm going to be writing 1.4.10 on all of my notes and papers. NO, not January 4th...which coincidentally was the date that I left the U.S. for Paris. Weird.
I just finished writing a paper for French on "des petits riens qui font partie de la vie" or "the little nothings that make up everyday life" talking about my favorite aspects or experiences in Strasbourg. It perfectly described exactly how I was feeling. Everything here this semester has been about the little things—drinking a coffee outside at Brant, walking along the river to class every morning, weekly Friday night dinners at Francesca’s, watching Nou Nou’s impressions of M. Bach and Prof. Marxer in the kitchen at breakfast, ridiculous SU dance parties at Salamandre or Seven, inside jokes with Kjelly in Policy, runs through Orangerie, grabbing a baguette and macaroons from Patrick’s and walking down the street like it’s no big deal.
I think with one month left, it’s inevitable that I get all sentimental and emotional. I think Rob Thomas sums it up best. Yes, Rob Thomas. If you didn’t already think I was enough of a mom, here’s more evidence.
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
I originally was going to post about our program trip last weekend to Nancy, Verdun, Reims and Metz…but I’m lazy, so I’ll resort to pics instead.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Dublin...not so much
Dublin, the trip I had been most excited about this semester turned out to be somewhat of a dud. I should have known it was not going to go well when Mika and I took the right bus the wrong direction to the airport in Baden Baden for an hour and a half…or when I washed my contact down the sink our first night at the hostel…or when I forgot my Irish electronic converter because I was hung over when I packed for Dublin a few hours before out flight. Because there was some huge rugby final between Ireland and Scotland this weekend and because it was St. Patrick’s Day weekend, we couldn’t find a hostel that was available all three nights so we had to book two different hostels. Of course somehow our most expensive two hostels to date were also our two shittiest.
Mika and I were both kind of unimpressed with Dublin. It was nice to speak English for the first time in almost 4 months, but it wasn’t as liberating as I thought it would be. Despite our disappointing stay in Dublin, we decided to take a day trip on Friday to Galway. A three hour train ride away, Galway is located on the complete opposite side of the country of Dublin…and it’s pretty freaking beautiful. We got there too late in the morning to take a bus to see the Cliffs of Moor, so we just wandered around the city and down by the water. It reminded me so much of Rhode Island, I loved it.
I used the most of my time in Dublin to see all of the famous U2 spots, including “Bonavox Hearing Aids,” where Bono got his nickname from. I also got to meet up with Kelly, my friend from high school who is studying abroad in Ireland this summer, who took us out Friday night…which was quite a success considering French and Irish cell phones apparently hate each other and decided to be completely uncooperative. Again, Blackberry saves the day!
We spent all day Saturday seeing some other sights of the city that we hadn’t checked out Thursday or Friday including the Guinness factory, St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Trinity College. We had fun, but by about halfway through the day we both kind of decided we had had enough.
I can’t say that I’ll be going back to Dublin any time soon. I think we were both glad we went, but realized how much we missed Strasbourg. It feels like home.
We were both pretty stressed after our trip and we had already planned to make a stop at our favorite German spa on the return trip through Baden Baden. We were pros this time around. We spent a few hours at the pools and saunas before heading back to Strasbourg.
This week has been beautiful in Strasbourg. It’s been sunny and 60-70 degrees every day. HOLLA!
Headed to Nancy, Reims and Verdun this weekend for a Champagne tour...pretty pumped! Marseille and Cannes next weekend for Easter Break. Barcelona the week after. And then one last trip to Paris to see my sister and Molloy.
Wow.
Mika and I were both kind of unimpressed with Dublin. It was nice to speak English for the first time in almost 4 months, but it wasn’t as liberating as I thought it would be. Despite our disappointing stay in Dublin, we decided to take a day trip on Friday to Galway. A three hour train ride away, Galway is located on the complete opposite side of the country of Dublin…and it’s pretty freaking beautiful. We got there too late in the morning to take a bus to see the Cliffs of Moor, so we just wandered around the city and down by the water. It reminded me so much of Rhode Island, I loved it.
I used the most of my time in Dublin to see all of the famous U2 spots, including “Bonavox Hearing Aids,” where Bono got his nickname from. I also got to meet up with Kelly, my friend from high school who is studying abroad in Ireland this summer, who took us out Friday night…which was quite a success considering French and Irish cell phones apparently hate each other and decided to be completely uncooperative. Again, Blackberry saves the day!
We spent all day Saturday seeing some other sights of the city that we hadn’t checked out Thursday or Friday including the Guinness factory, St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Trinity College. We had fun, but by about halfway through the day we both kind of decided we had had enough.
I can’t say that I’ll be going back to Dublin any time soon. I think we were both glad we went, but realized how much we missed Strasbourg. It feels like home.
We were both pretty stressed after our trip and we had already planned to make a stop at our favorite German spa on the return trip through Baden Baden. We were pros this time around. We spent a few hours at the pools and saunas before heading back to Strasbourg.
This week has been beautiful in Strasbourg. It’s been sunny and 60-70 degrees every day. HOLLA!
Headed to Nancy, Reims and Verdun this weekend for a Champagne tour...pretty pumped! Marseille and Cannes next weekend for Easter Break. Barcelona the week after. And then one last trip to Paris to see my sister and Molloy.
Wow.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
44 days.
Sorry for the absence…I’ve just survived midterms and a ridiculous 15-page paper on radical right-wing parties in Europe. But, all is well because I’m going to DUBLIN Thursday for St. Patrick’s Day weekend!
Midterm week was depressing for two reasons…
1) Well, it’s midterms. I may be a nerd, but writing an in-class essay on NATO doesn’t exactly blow my skirt up (must give Nick credit for this expression he’s coined).
2) It means I’m halfway done with the semester and that much closer to going back to the U.S.
I marked March 4th, the halfway point of the semester, in my planner the first week I got here and flipped through the pages thinking how far away it was. I remember holding between my fingers the pages from January 4th to April 29th and saying to myself “This is it. This all I have…” I told myself that this semester was for me. No regrets.
Four months seemed like a lot at first, but I’m convinced that time passes exponentially faster when you’re abroad. In fact, I counted today and I’m down to 44 days. What a coincidence. (Non-Syracause kiddies, sorry if you don't get it).
44 more morning breakfast conversations with Nou Nou—black coffee, ghetto French fruit loops and un-chilled milk, orange juice and a clementine.
44 more morning walks along the river to class every morning with “Beautiful Day” blasting on my iPod.
44 more times to walk up those steps on Rue Schiller and punch in the security code to the building that my fingers know unconsciously.
44 more coffee éclairs from Patrick’s…well, make that 88…I get two a day.
44 more nights to lean out of my window and look out at the European Parliament and close my eyes for a second and breathing in the air before closing my shutters.
I could go on, because that’s the way I’ve started thinking about everything lately. It makes me sad, but I know if I don’t force myself to start realizing how quickly time is passing, I’ll look back and hate myself for it.
I sat here tonight and stared at the computer screen for an hour, trying to write my French paper on “What you learn from studying abroad.” I got angry and frustrated because well, there are no words to describe it. There really aren’t. Pictures, stories, blogs…none of it can come close to explaining what you take away from this experience.
It’s why I can’t stand it when people ask me “How’s France?” What am I supposed to say? “Great!” “Amazing!” “Incredible!” Nothing does it justice. I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that when I come back to the U.S., I’m not going to be able to tell anyone about my time abroad because unless you’re here, you just don’t get it. It sounds so arrogant, but it’s the truth.
For the time being, I’ve stopped worrying about it and what I’m going to say to people when I come home. I’ve taken away from this semester more than I could ever ask for, and that’s enough for me. I don’t need to share it with anyone else.
So for the next 44 days, I’m continuing my life abroad and savoring every breathing moment of it. For me. No regrets.
Midterm week was depressing for two reasons…
1) Well, it’s midterms. I may be a nerd, but writing an in-class essay on NATO doesn’t exactly blow my skirt up (must give Nick credit for this expression he’s coined).
2) It means I’m halfway done with the semester and that much closer to going back to the U.S.
I marked March 4th, the halfway point of the semester, in my planner the first week I got here and flipped through the pages thinking how far away it was. I remember holding between my fingers the pages from January 4th to April 29th and saying to myself “This is it. This all I have…” I told myself that this semester was for me. No regrets.
Four months seemed like a lot at first, but I’m convinced that time passes exponentially faster when you’re abroad. In fact, I counted today and I’m down to 44 days. What a coincidence. (Non-Syracause kiddies, sorry if you don't get it).
44 more morning breakfast conversations with Nou Nou—black coffee, ghetto French fruit loops and un-chilled milk, orange juice and a clementine.
44 more morning walks along the river to class every morning with “Beautiful Day” blasting on my iPod.
44 more times to walk up those steps on Rue Schiller and punch in the security code to the building that my fingers know unconsciously.
44 more coffee éclairs from Patrick’s…well, make that 88…I get two a day.
44 more nights to lean out of my window and look out at the European Parliament and close my eyes for a second and breathing in the air before closing my shutters.
I could go on, because that’s the way I’ve started thinking about everything lately. It makes me sad, but I know if I don’t force myself to start realizing how quickly time is passing, I’ll look back and hate myself for it.
I sat here tonight and stared at the computer screen for an hour, trying to write my French paper on “What you learn from studying abroad.” I got angry and frustrated because well, there are no words to describe it. There really aren’t. Pictures, stories, blogs…none of it can come close to explaining what you take away from this experience.
It’s why I can’t stand it when people ask me “How’s France?” What am I supposed to say? “Great!” “Amazing!” “Incredible!” Nothing does it justice. I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that when I come back to the U.S., I’m not going to be able to tell anyone about my time abroad because unless you’re here, you just don’t get it. It sounds so arrogant, but it’s the truth.
For the time being, I’ve stopped worrying about it and what I’m going to say to people when I come home. I’ve taken away from this semester more than I could ever ask for, and that’s enough for me. I don’t need to share it with anyone else.
So for the next 44 days, I’m continuing my life abroad and savoring every breathing moment of it. For me. No regrets.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Hitting up the naked German spa...
Now that I’ve got your attention! Yeah, you heard right, I spent my day Saturday at the spa in Baden-Baden, Germany with Mika, Lex, Natalie and Sue. We decided we needed to start midterm week off in style. Of coure I wake up Saturday morning to snow on the ground--the first snow fall since we last left for Italy for Spring Break a month ago.
Thanks to Mika’s German skills, we scored a 6 euro roundtrip train from Kehl to Baden-Baden and then a 10-minute bus to Caracalla Spa. We had each pre-booked a 4-hour spa pass and a massage and were all pumped for a girls’ day of pampering and relaxation.
I can’t even describe this place because there’s really nothing like it in the U.S. Check out the website if you want to see pictures, it’s pretty incredible. A huge pool with fountains and smaller Jacuzzis fills the main floor of the spa which leads to the outdoor pools. Lawn chairs, heat lamps, solarium tanning rooms, a salt-water pool, steam and aroma rooms, big circular lounge beds, and the massage relaxation center all make up the peripheral. Mika’s 50-minute facial and massage (later found out to be a full frontal, full nude mud massage) started right when we got there. I had about 15 minutes before my less risqué, traditional back massage began. I’ve been bribing Mika and Alexis for massages for the past 2 months with Toblerone and Haribo gummy bears; I guess it was about time I finally paid for a real one. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but damn was it good.
We felt like royalty eating penne pomodoro pasta and vanilla milkshakes on the pool deck, charging everything to our tab with our nifty electronic wrist bands. The dress code at the spa doesn’t especially allow for easy storage of cash or credit cards…
After a short pep talk, all five of us decided to make the bold move upstairs to the completely nude Roman bath floor where the saunas were. HELLO! These people had NO shame. And I mean NO shame. 70+ year old men, women well over 200 pounds just hanging out up there. No big deal.
We grabbed our towels, and split up to make our awkward laughs and whispers a little less obvious. Mika and I grabbed a sauna and de-robed. All was well until a group of 6 Asian men walked in and decided to sit down in between us. Boy did we have fun trying to keep straight faces. We left and made our way outside in the snow to the large outdoor saunas. The only thing we didn’t try were the naked lounge beds and the nude hot and cold tubs. Nope, still not regretting that decision.
I sat down to the finest glass of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice I think I’ll ever have. It was all good until I started getting a little queasy from all the “eye candy.” It was time to head back down to the pool area.
I spent the last hour in the outdoor pool, lazy river and spa acting like a naughty 6-year old jumping off of the mushroom fountain doing “seal flops” into the pool and trying to swim against the current. Yeah, I was “that special American girl.” I really didn’t care. It was the first time I’d been in a pool in over 3 months and damn did it feel good. The snow just made it perfect.
Confession: When I got home Saturday night, I didn’t shower because I didn’t want to lose the chlorine smell I had missed for so long. I contemplated not taking a shower again Sunday, but decided after exchanging god-knows-what bodily fluids with a bunch of sketchy Europeans at the spa, it probably was best to wash myself.
All in all, an incredibly relaxing (and European) day. In fact, on the way back from our trip to Dublin in two weeks, Mika and I are going to spend a few hours at the spa again, since our flight gets in to Baden-Baden at noon. Now if I can only make it through midterms this week…
Thanks to Mika’s German skills, we scored a 6 euro roundtrip train from Kehl to Baden-Baden and then a 10-minute bus to Caracalla Spa. We had each pre-booked a 4-hour spa pass and a massage and were all pumped for a girls’ day of pampering and relaxation.
I can’t even describe this place because there’s really nothing like it in the U.S. Check out the website if you want to see pictures, it’s pretty incredible. A huge pool with fountains and smaller Jacuzzis fills the main floor of the spa which leads to the outdoor pools. Lawn chairs, heat lamps, solarium tanning rooms, a salt-water pool, steam and aroma rooms, big circular lounge beds, and the massage relaxation center all make up the peripheral. Mika’s 50-minute facial and massage (later found out to be a full frontal, full nude mud massage) started right when we got there. I had about 15 minutes before my less risqué, traditional back massage began. I’ve been bribing Mika and Alexis for massages for the past 2 months with Toblerone and Haribo gummy bears; I guess it was about time I finally paid for a real one. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but damn was it good.
We felt like royalty eating penne pomodoro pasta and vanilla milkshakes on the pool deck, charging everything to our tab with our nifty electronic wrist bands. The dress code at the spa doesn’t especially allow for easy storage of cash or credit cards…
After a short pep talk, all five of us decided to make the bold move upstairs to the completely nude Roman bath floor where the saunas were. HELLO! These people had NO shame. And I mean NO shame. 70+ year old men, women well over 200 pounds just hanging out up there. No big deal.
We grabbed our towels, and split up to make our awkward laughs and whispers a little less obvious. Mika and I grabbed a sauna and de-robed. All was well until a group of 6 Asian men walked in and decided to sit down in between us. Boy did we have fun trying to keep straight faces. We left and made our way outside in the snow to the large outdoor saunas. The only thing we didn’t try were the naked lounge beds and the nude hot and cold tubs. Nope, still not regretting that decision.
I sat down to the finest glass of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice I think I’ll ever have. It was all good until I started getting a little queasy from all the “eye candy.” It was time to head back down to the pool area.
I spent the last hour in the outdoor pool, lazy river and spa acting like a naughty 6-year old jumping off of the mushroom fountain doing “seal flops” into the pool and trying to swim against the current. Yeah, I was “that special American girl.” I really didn’t care. It was the first time I’d been in a pool in over 3 months and damn did it feel good. The snow just made it perfect.
Confession: When I got home Saturday night, I didn’t shower because I didn’t want to lose the chlorine smell I had missed for so long. I contemplated not taking a shower again Sunday, but decided after exchanging god-knows-what bodily fluids with a bunch of sketchy Europeans at the spa, it probably was best to wash myself.
All in all, an incredibly relaxing (and European) day. In fact, on the way back from our trip to Dublin in two weeks, Mika and I are going to spend a few hours at the spa again, since our flight gets in to Baden-Baden at noon. Now if I can only make it through midterms this week…
Sunday, February 28, 2010
60 degrees and sunny. Yeah, be jealous.
I went for a run this morning in shorts and a t-shirt. Yes, SHORTS and a T-SHIRT around the European Parliament, Council and Court of Human Rights and then to L'Orangerie, a small park opposite the Council. GLORIOUS! Actually the first exercise I've gotten since my last practice after the Bucknell Invite back in November. Yeah, that's a little disgusting.
I may have missed the SU-Nova basketball game, Syracuse but you can't beat this weather. Enjoy your two feet of snow :)
I may have missed the SU-Nova basketball game, Syracuse but you can't beat this weather. Enjoy your two feet of snow :)
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