Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Arriving home

(photo by treehugger.com)

Had two of the best flights I have ever had flying internationally. I finally slept on our flight from Chicago to Orange County (Thank you parents of the little girl in front of me who gave her movies to watch so she was not screaming and crying on the whole flight. I love those kinds of parents.) of which I can still feel the repercussions of in my next and shoulders from the way I had to slouch in the seat, but the sleep itself as worth it. The pain makes me think that even though those head/neck pillows look ridiculous and take up precious packing space, it might be worth it to invest in. Pick up from the airport was perfect, thanks T, and I got back got my car and drove home. (I had my dates a little off and thought I was coming home a day later forgetting that you lose a day on the way their but not on the way back. I was thankful for my mistake which meant I did not have to go to work the next morning after all.) Stopped by Target on my way home to replace my blow dryer that died on the first day in Paris, I cannot tell you how excited I am to be able to straighten my hair once again. Now off to home…

As I got off the freeway and started driving on PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) towards my place I had to stop and stare. I don’t think my town has looked anymore as lovely as it did that night. It was after sunset and the sky was dusted with red clouds oversetting the beach. Yes, southern California, you are gorgeous. I unpacked despite exhaustion from the 25-hour day. It is amazing how things come back to you so easily when you have bee gone for a month. Driving was second nature despite not having even been in a car for 30 days. Getting home and hearing you loud neighbors with their constantly going tv in their bedroom and having to close the bathroom door and turn a fan on by the bed to muffle the noise. Sticking a wedge under the bedroom door so that the door does not knock all night due to the slight breeze from having the windows open. Turing the shower on and putting it on full heat to warm up as the pipes are from the 1970’s and take forever to get heat. Speaking of showers…

After unpacking I took a long cool show and pumice-stoned my battered feet. There is really nothing like showering in your own bathroom, am I right? Used the new blow dryer only to find out that my hair straightener barely heats to a warm setting because of the wattage conversion in Paris. My straight hair will have to wait for another day. Sad, I know. Not able to keep my eyes open any longer I crawled into my bed which still was like an old pair of sneakers that fits you just right. I slept solid.

Tomorrow I must…
1. Pick up my mail that has been on hold
2. Get my hair cut
3. Chose and print pictures for the Paris photo album
4. Buy a photo album
5. Buy a new straightener
6. Should probably buy food from the store as I appear to only have 2 bottles of wine in my fridge and some frozen fish. Hmm, that would be a nice pairing with veggies and rice.
7. Possibly get a manicure if I have time and energy
8. Thinking about biking to the library for some nice alone time

Monday, June 29, 2009

Paris Day 30

Our last day was spent wandering, getting last minute things, eating at our favorite places, and of course packing. We went back to the Museé d'Orsay for lunch which was amazing again. I ordered the porc (pork) which I usually don't eat, but I like trying new things when I am out. It was perfectly cooked and pared with a mixture of sweet peppers which were unbelievable. So again, took very few pictures out and about, but here are a few from the Orsay for your viewing pleasure.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Friday, June 26, 2009

Paris Day 28

I took very few pictures today. So instead I leave you with a video I made of some black and white pictures of statues around Paris. (Yes, I do love lions.)

Statues of Paris in Black and White from DebHo on Vimeo.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Paris Day 27

Good news, bad news. Good news: Engelbert is dead. Bad news: Frank is not. What? Englebert, so named by my sister and I after a joke from Eddie Izzard, was the lovely mosquito that got into our bedroom and has been attacking and disturbing us for the last few nights. Well this morning I killed the beast. Take that. Frank however, the name we gave to the fatty fatty pigeon that sits in the tree outside our bedroom window and making cooing noises every morning between 6ish and 8:30am was still hear to greet us this morning.

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Went to dinner at a place at the end of the street where we are staying called Cave La Bourgogne. We had eaten there for breakfast before and when walking a different route home last night saw that it was packed with people so we thought we would try it for dinner tonight. We got there just in time as the place maxed out almost instantaneously. We ordered and had some of the best food we have had on the trip. I even ate escargot and loved it! Yummy. It has the texture of mushrooms and the sauce it was in was divine. We all but licked the bowl it came in. Such a fun night and we are planning on hitting it up one more time before we leave (in just a few days, sad).

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Paris Day 26

"Can I offer you some gelato?" It was the least I could offer after all it was my idea to go on another bike ride where we may or may not have found ourselves on an "experimental farming" site where we may or may not have been chased by a low flying crop duster plane a few times and we may or may not have had a warning shot fired. But I pedaled through the wheat field and found a broken part of the fence where we were able to get back onto one of the other paths. In our defense, the "experimental farming" gate was wide open and appeared to be another divergent path and so how we to know the path ends in the middle of a field too far out to turn back? It was actually fun riding through the field and no harm no fowl. The coup de grâce was when one of my sisters said, "You know, I am actually glad I went on this bike ride." Ha! I knew it. So after our picnic lunch, walking, and biking some more of the grounds at Versailles we went back to the apartment for a quick siesta and then off to meet up with my dad and Jan for a drink, followed by dinner, and then drinks and crème glacée (ice cream). Walked back home and it was 11:30pm. Where did the day go? Yawn, off to bed...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Paris Day 25

Pictures from the Parisian Catacombs. One of my favorite things I saw in Paris. Paris had overcrowded cemeteries and so in the late 18th century and early 19th century the bodies were dug up and taken to the catacombs at night to finally have their resting place. You are under the busy streets of Paris in the old limestone mines with tunnels going every which way that now house over 6 million people's bones stacked ornately in 6-foot tall rows. €8 for adults and €6 if you are 26 or under. I would definitely say to check it out.

This lovely jewel was found the in garden in front of the Hôtel de Ville in which I like to entitle "The Gardening Garden" as it paid homage to gardening in that it had structural artwork made of moss and stepping stones. A wall was covered with clay pots that jetted out. It was pretty cool to walk around and look at. Of course my favorite part was the little vegetable garden they had off to the side which was growing several types of lettuce, tomatoes, cauliflower, Swiss shard, mint, parsley, etc. etc.

This is off of the Pont Neuf is a tribute to Jacques de Molay, the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar, who was burned at the stake.

Bottom of a light post on the Pont Neuf. Amazing how you can walk by art everyday and not even notice it sometimes.

Getting off of the metro and walking back to the apartment I always pass these olive trees in planter boxes that also happen to contain tomatoes, herbs, and squash growing in them as well. I wish I saw this walking down my street. Man I can't wait to have a vegetable garden!