More visitors, cooking, and Paris life

While writing the aforementioned research paper, I found myself doing things that were entirely counterproductive to the task at hand but entirely practical in my everyday life as an independent college student. I found a website that provides easy yet incredibly delicious recipes on the cheap. Win. We'll get back to this is a minute..

Last Tuesday while babysitting, I told the kids that I'd be leaving them at the end of May. Upon hearing this, they immediately put up a protest: Vic said that if I left at that time, he would stop eating and Lou said it would ruin her summer. I immediately bought them each a plane ticket to Chicago.

I wish.

On Thursday, I had a meeting with my U of I adviser who happened to be in Paris for the week. It was actually very helpful because, I must admit, I was unsure of what to do with a major in French Commercial Studies. He showed me my courses for next semester and my fears were relieved. I'll be taking courses in Business Management on an international level. Perfect. My general education requirements are all complete and there only rests a couple of other classes to take. "Are you planning on graduating next year?" *Stomach drops. "Uh, yes, if I can!" "You can." Don't play me like that, Fresco..

Friday night, Nissa and I decided to try out some of the recipes we found. I made chicken enchiladas and there were so delicious. Nissa made a veggie casserole which was also quite good. My boxed mashed potatoes, however, didn't quite meet everyone else's standards. The cooking process took a lot longer than anticipated, but it was still a good night.

In the morning, I woke up to meet Carrie's mom and two friends at their hotel in Paris. It was great to see Mrs. Grochowski again-she always has a big smile, a big hug, and a big offering of snacks! She brought me my sister's iPod Touch which I had been lost without, my dad's awesome homemade cookies, and Reese's Easter candy! I had to go search for Carrie and her cousin Sarah because Carrie naturally became disoriented, but then we were all together. It was up to me to provide a mini-tour. That's quite a bit of pressure considering that I want them to have a good time in Paris while avoiding the main tourist attractions because they would see it on a real tour later in their trip! We walked through the Latin Quarter, Notre Dame, and Le Marais. Then we took the metro to find a perfume store they wanted to visit. It was a lot more walking than anyone anticipated but that's what street-side cafes are for. We walked through le Jardin de Tuileries and took pictures by the pyramids at the Louvre before heading back to the metro. Just after telling them that I have never seen a pickpocket nor have any of my friends been robbed, someone asked Deb for the time while slowly unzipping her purse. They ran off the metro after being caught but I still felt bad for providing a false sense of security!

A couple hours later, we met up at a restaurant called Bouillon Chartier, recommended by my friend and a friend of Mrs. Grochowski. Our French friend Maeva met us there as well. The restaurant was very lively and authentic as well. It's been the same restaurant since 1896. Despite being there for an early dinner, the service was still rushed. It was also typically French. When I told our waiter we were ready to order, he basically yelled at me saying he was busy with another table. Of course I told him that I was just letting him know! Of course I don't expect him to drop everything for me right there but how else will he know we're ready! Anyways, we ordered red and white wine, foie gras, cured ham, and dried sausage to start out our meal. My next course was lam ribs which were fatty but really tasty. For dessert, we all shared a selection of ice cream, pastries, and other random dishes. I find it funny that we didn't actually need to catch up that much because everything is already published on Facebook or we've already talked online. I suppose it can be considered a bad thing, but at the same time, it's great! We still found stories to talk about and had a great meal together.

Afterwards, Carrie, Sarah, and I met Dunc and Deets at Maeva's apartment. She lives right by our school and has a view of the Eiffel Tower-through a reflection. We walked with her through Paris a bit and came up to a huge gathering of all the Sciences Po campuses in France. They were all in team colors and everyone was cheering against each other. It was some celebration for the sports teams which is the reason I didn't know about the event!

We walked around more and eventually got a sandwich grec before calling it a night. In the morning, I decided that it would be best to work on some homework before meeting back up with the group for dinner. Dinner. Was. AmazinglydeliciousfancyFrenchluxiourious. We had a reservation on a boat on the Seine at night. Wearing a tie and everything, I boarded the boat to the sound of a live violinist and pianist. We had a table at the front of the boat and were immediately served champagne and a salmon appetizer. For my entree, I had sauteed foie gras which was exquisite.For the main dish, I had another piece of delicious lamb with vegetables. I also had half a steak that Deb couldn't finish. Next, we had a selection of three cheeses with nut-bread, which didn't disappoint. For dessert, I had a three-layer chocolate mousse dish, as well as the rest of Sarah and Deb's cake. It wasn't my choice to eat all that. I had to "take one for the team" and eat everything on the table! The three hour meal was much more than enjoyable. We rode along the Seine and saw all of the monuments lit up at night. Even though I've seen it all many ties before, these sites of Paris never cease to amaze.

We finished the night by walking to the Eiffel Tower and bartering for some street souvenirs. I set them up on the bus and sent them on their way. Sarah is now home but the others are in Grenoble visiting Carrie for the week. Unfortunately Carrie's mom also brought her a cold that's been keeping her in bed. I told her I was glad she only brought me snacks!

I spend Monday in class and at the park because it's been in the sixties here. We couldn't go to the park really yesterday because it rained a bit, but at least it wasn't snowing! Then I made enchiladas again for Harlem, Brian, and Alex at Harlem's place. I'm addicted. Can't wait to try out more things to make for a bit of home cooking!

So I have less than two months left in France, unless I find a summer internship here. I am looking at home and elsewhere, but only time will tell as I wait to here back!

(Pics for this entry to come!)

Procrastination and beyond +Irish culture!

So in the past couple of weeks, I haven't done any traveling, but I'm actually (trying) to get some work done. And I've had quite a bit of Irish and "Irish" culture.

Being a student from U of I, of course I had to celebrate "Unofficial Saint Patrick's Day." However, it was much shorter than normal and not nearly as adventurous as it should have been. Though it was fun to be with everyone from U of I and sporting green! I even had some delicious Chinese food and ate 15euro worth!

A week later Aimee and Patricia flew over from Dublin to visit for a few days. It was really good to see them again. It's crazy, Aimee and I grew up together and found ourselves taking pictures by the Eiffel Tower! We had the apartment where I stayed for a couple months which was awesome.

During their stay, we had plenty of wine, bread, and cheese of course. We saw all the sites with my own personal tour, which mainly consisted of the following descriptions: "check that out, it's famous for something," and "that's a statue of some historically important guy," or "look something shiny let's walk towards it. Perhaps I should know more details, but there's so many it's sometimes better to skip over them..

We checked out Versailles and walked for ages. The girls loved the farm and especially the farm animals. They also loved my favorite part of Paris: Montmartre and the artists' square. Our last dinner together was a fondue meal in the Latin Quarter with 2 servers who refused to bring us a pitcher of water! In the end it was a good dinner though!

In total, the weekend flew by and it hardly even seems like they were here, but it'll be summer soon enough and I can see them again!

Babysitting has been going well as usual. I'm trying to make different meals for the kids because we always have the same thing. Their current favorite is hot dogs wrapped in flakey croissant-like crust. Delicious.

Vic was actually sick the other day and I had to pick him up early from school. He layed in bed and I ate my lunch (lentils and pasta-easy, cheap, healthy-ish, and delicious!) and started reading an article I have to present. Of course that ended up with me sleeping on Lou's bed for an hour before picking her up from school. Good thing I had set an alarm..

Skip ahead a few more days and we find ourselves at the REAL Saint Patrick's Day. After a shortened day of babysitting (and payday!), I headed over to my Irish friends' apartment for a party. They take their country pride seriously! Flags were being used as capes and a shamrock or flag face-painting was compulsory for all attendees. I wore a flag around my neck and had it painted on my face to rep my full blooded one-fourth Irish heritage! We all had a great time until we were strongly encouraged to take the party elsewhere by the landlady. No problem, as an Irish pub was on the list! We basically paraded over to it as well, stopping at "Place de Dublin" for a picture. I even ended up brawling my Irish friend Matthew on a street corner-all in good fun of course. The night was great, making friends

with everyone and Guinness flowing. At about 2:15 in the morning, Harlem insisted upon leaving so I had to get us a taxi home. Lucky for her, in a twisted way, that she lost her wallet and I had to pay for the cab! I left a few hours later because public transportation had not yet opened. I buttoned up my shirt all the way to hide my green shirt. That way people wouldn't know I had been out all night! But then when I returned home I realized there was still a flag painted on my face and my efforts had been in vain. Oh well, it was still a great night!

Then on Saturday, I joined the same friends for the rugby match between England and Ireland. Once again going green, I donned my Ireland shirt. At another pub, I tried to understand the sport (that my sister now plays!) while learning the insulting cheers of the Irish, something about English chariots! Ireland won in the end and I think I have a small grasp of how the game works. It's quite nice that time between plays is much more swift than in American football.

Since then I've been trying to finish my presentation and required class readings. However, Mad Men got in the way, which is fine because it relates to a couple of my courses.

I have a research paper due Friday which may or may not be started yet. And a presentation to give tomorrow in French. All of my real work is coming up very quickly which is not too exciting. But oh well, the adventures continue..

Germany Part 2 (Berlin)

To be quite honest, I had no idea what to expect upon entering Berlin. It was much more modern than I expected, due to the destruction during the war. The thing I loved most about Berlin was the history that was alive in it, namely the Nazi regime. It is really interesting to see how they treat the subject. As Max explained to us, many people have some difficulties calling themselves Patriots. However, as we would see, the treatment of the issue is very serious and delicate. They are not proud of that part of history but are more than willing to learn from the memory.

After settling in at our giant hostel, The Generator, we got a quick bite to eat

and headed to the city center to walk along the main street. Once I was used to the modernization, I really enjoyed the city. We all agreed that it was probably the first one we would consider living in besides Paris. At the top of the street is sole remainder of the 14 gates into the city. Just outside it was a brick outline of where the Berlin Wall used to stand. We continued our walk to the river going through the city and walked along the bank. It was much quieter there but pretty chilly. We then went to meet up with some friends at a place called "The White

Trash Restaurant." It's actually not trashy but quite nice. It was completely decorated with crazy gothic..objects. We ate with Nejma (Germany), Sarah (Australia), and Emma (undefined.. lol) who happened to be in Berlin at the same time. Though it wasn't German food by any means and they spoke English to be trendy, I had a delicious chili-cheeseburger and a brownie dessert.
In our hostel, we shared the room with 5 other people. This one guy-I don't even-just wow. Thank God he slept with socks on, though the window still had to be cracked.
We started off the next day with a guided walking tour which explained many

interesting stories and facts of Berlin. We saw the memorial for all those persecuted during the war, the location of Hitler's bunker, and remnants of the Berlin Wall.
At night, we ate at the hostel then met with other lodgers for a bar crawl through the city. There were actually really decent bars and it didn't feel like a tourist trap. We all made new friends and had a great time. In the morning, I had to check out by 10am because I would be leaving later that day.
We joined another tour to the first German concentration camp. Just outside of the

city by train, it was situated in a small town. It was a chilling experience. Our guide was very well informed and told shocking stories that really make a person reflect upon their lives, especially all that is taken for granted. It's hard to fit this experience into the constraints of words, but the visit was definitely an experience from which much can be learned and remembered. It's important to keep such horrors relevant in the context of politics and history.
Though a sombre day, we wrapped it up with Burger King and I said my goodbyes to Alex and Brian.
I was thrilled that my plane was delayed, but I eventually got back to Paris after a great week abroad.

Germany, Part 1: Bremen and Hamburg(er with MUSTARD)

Spring break was this week for us, already 1/3 of the way through the semester! I can't believe how fast this semester has been going already. I'm trying to get to all the places on my list before the end. Which brings me to Germany! Alex planned a little trip to see our friend Max from last semester.

On Thursday night, with Brian, we took the night train out of Paris and started our 12 hour journey to the north of Germany. The train was swell. We were in a tiny room, each of us assigned to a bed (there were 6 beds on the two walls). It was a really unique experience. Of course I wasn't tired, so I finished the Sherlock Holmes series and read a short thriller story (I will never be able to hitchhike!). In the middle of the might some old guy came into our room and lied down in his bed for just a minute then decided to get up and leave. Bizarre but what can you expect? We switched trains rather early in the morning. Some guy started a mostly one-way conversation with us. He was the type of person that is socially awkward yet outgoing- never a good combination. Without even the formality of giving his name, he quickly asked for Alex's number upon hearing she was from Toronto as he has family there and may visit in the near future. Awkward refusals wouldn't stop this guy. He proceeded to ask for my Parisian number. Absolutely not. I said I forgot my phone and said he should write down his phone and email so I could contact him. No pen. Such a shame..
We got off the train in Bremen and Max was waiting for us. Our new creepy friend introduced himself and invited us for coffee at the hotel he worked at. Hope he didn't wait too long..
We were all thrilled to see each other again and did some catching up during the drive to Jacob's University where Max attends. The town and the school are equally quaint and very pleasant. It is always refreshing to be away from the noise and constant movement in Paris.
Max was a great host; his dorm was prepared with mats and blankets for sleeping and he even let us use his extra meal credits in the dorm cafeteria. It really reminded me of life at U of I.

On our first night we went into the city center for a personal tour led by Max. The architecture of the town had the appearance of an old village complemented with detailed buildings and even modern ones. It also had cramped and narrow alleyways,

which I love to check out anywhere I go. For dinner, Max wanted us to experience a local specialty: a cabbage mix topped with two different types of sausage and a side of potatoes.

The name escapes me, which happened quite often throughout the adventures in Germany. The first few places we tried were out of cabbage. One restaurant seated us and served us drinks after promising us cabbage. We got half price drinks after they told us they had none left. At this point, Max was discouraged and especially frustrated. We dropped our objective and went to a Bavarian restaurant. What do you know, they had the dish (and we got their last table!). It was served quickly but it was so delicious. And it didn't look like it would be filling, but I had some trouble trying to finish it all. The restaurant's environment was great. The servers were dressed in stereotypical German clothes, we were seated at benches, and live German music was playing in the background.
That night, we took it easy and watched a comedy that over-exaggerated every German stereotype. Max almost died. If nothing else, he was able to disprove some of the portrayals!
After breakfast the next morning, we took a train into Hamburg, which wasn't terribly far away. Compared to Bremen, it was much larger and much more modern. We basically just wandered around the city and eventually decided to take a boat tour

of the harbor. Our guide was hilarious-according to Max. Even though we couldn't really understand the tour, it was still really interesting to see the ships and barges being loaded, as well as passing through rows of buildings. Hamburg apparently has more bridges than Venice and Amsterdam combined.
Next stop was the Red Light District, but we'll just leave it at that! We concluded the visit and hopped on the metro. We were running late to catch our train back to Bremen, but the Germans were actually late for once! We made our train just in time and didn't have to wait another hour! That night, we met up with friends of Max to explore the local nightlife. They had a bar serving 1 euro drinks--and that was

normal. Completely unheard of in Paris. After we went to a great club that played some awesome Indie music-not Rihanna or anything else from the Top 40 really. By the time we were ready to leave, the trains were not yet running, so we had quite a bit of time before the bus home. Then we saw Burger King. Win. I ordered a hamburger with ketchup only and a Sprite, so naturally I got a hamburger with mustard and a Coke. Brian didn't mind: he ate everyone's leftovers the whole trip anyways!
In the morning, we went to Max's house to have tea and homemade marble cake with his parents. It was so nice. My favorite part was being able to communicate with them across the language barrier when they didn't know the English vocabulary well enough. Even catching only one word can help you understand a foreign language, especially when mixed with body language.
The next morning, we got on the train to Berlin, but as I am tired, that post will be continued next time..