When I think of Paris, I immediately think of the Eiffel Tower and hear pretty French music playing in my head. Paris is magical. From the luxurious food to the beautiful language, all things French are wonderful, right?
When I was 12 years old, my mom and I had the opportunity to spend 2 days in Paris on a layover before we headed to visit family in Italy. It was an incredible trip. What I remember most was that magic that was Paris. It was my first trip to Europe (and my only until now) and it was truly magical.
Even though I’m much older, I was anticipating all of the magic Paris has to offer. I was ready to fall in love with the City of Love once again.
Guys, that didn’t happen.
Don’t get me wrong, Paris great. You should definitely visit if ever you get the chance. The Eiffel Tower is the most gorgeous metal building I have ever seen and it is captivating when lit up at night. the Arc De Triomphe is well worth the climb to the top to have a birds eye view of central Paris. The Louvre is the most incredible museum you will ever experience. The wines, cheeses, and bread are incredible. I had the most amazing and mouthwatering croissant of my life. Paris is wonderful.
But this trip was not magical. Unfortunately, this trip was slightly underwhelming at times. But not because of Paris itself. Because I had such high expectations from when I was a little girl.
And also because we had bed bugs. And stayed 45 minutes outside of Paris. And it was FREEZING. Like actually freezing. It was colder than London. And our hotel never warmed up. We had to cuddle to maintain warmth. And the 8 hour bus ride. But when you’re in college and budget traveling, you’ll sacrifice your comfort to eat wonderful food at every meal. Which I’m always guilty of. Food is everything y’all.
Anyways, Paris wasn’t what I expected. But it was great. I had such a fun time getting to know the people on my program better (11 of us went on this trip together. Yeah, it was a party). We walked miles on miles. We marveled at the beauty of art and the rudeness of the Parisians. We all attempted simple French phrases-by the way the French will crucify you for even attempting their language, they don’t like it guys. We complained about our overworked feet and bellies full of bread and crepes. For all of the little troubles we had in Paris, it was the trip of a lifetime. How often do you get to visit a city with 11 friends?