I LOVE SPAIN (the final destination)

I went back to Barcelona with the intention of completing my to-do list, as when I was there a few months before I had instead gotten into the party atmosphere of the city. On the train ride over I sat next to two lovely girls from London, who were also headed to the city for the weekend! We agreed to go explore Barcelona Beach that night together.
Unfortunately they had housing problems and were not able to make it out that night. So I decided to head out on my own and try to meet people in the hostel bar. On my way down I ended up running into Andy, who was my hostel roommate in Berlin. He was wearing George’s baseball cap! He introduced me to all of his friends and we spent the rest of the night telling the epic stories of Berlin to them.

The next day I went over to my two London friend’s apartment for dinner. My phone stopped working on the way over and could not call them to let me in. I did not know what room they were in, so I spent the next 10 minutes knocking on every door until they answered. (Their apartment was the very last door I knocked on.) We had a lovely girl’s-night of margaritas and paella.

On my final morning in Barcelona I ran into my friend Matt in the hostel lobby, whom I had met a few days before in Paris. We decided to do a walking tour to mark off some items on my to-do list before I caught a train to Seville that afternoon.
I met my friend Alex in Seville that night (I had met her three months before in Budapest). Seville exceeded all of my expectations as they had the most beautiful buildings, the nicest people, and the cheapest and most delicious tapas and sangria!
On the first day we explored the Seville Gothic Cathedral, which is the biggest in the world. It is not officially the largest Basilica (which is St. Peter’s in Rome) because the Pope refused to bless the church after the townspeople had held markets inside! We then climbed forty flights of stairs to have the best view of the city.
Afterwards we went across the street to explore the Alcoraz de Sevilla. It is a Moorish inspired building with beautiful tiles and breath-taking gardens.
That evening Alex and I went to our first authentic Flamenco show! The dancers were incredible as they commanded the stage with beautiful and dramatic performances. I particularly loved how the female costumes are made to accentuate the female curves. This is a must-do for anyone going to Seville.
The next evening we went out with the rest of our hostel for a tapas night! In most cities of Spain, whenever someone orders a drink, a free plate of food (tapas) is also brought out! It allows for a delicious, and extremely cheap, meal.

After three days in Seville Alex and I went to Malaga for a much needed beach detox. The three months of traveling had really gotten to us. For the next two days we laid on the beach from sunrise to sunset.
On our final night together we enjoyed a wonderful night of cava, tapas, and girl-talk.
After Alex left, I decided to spend one more day in Malaga to explore. On Sundays the Old Alvarez and Castle are free, so I climbed up the hill to visit both. They provided the most spectacular views of the city, and I stayed up there until sunset.
My final stop on the trip was Madrid. I was really sad to go to this city alone, so I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into the hostel and discovered my friend Matt (who I had seen in Barcelona) in the lobby! We decided to explore the city center together.

My two favorite places in the city were the Royal Palace of Madrid and San Gines Chocolateria.
Spain was the perfect place to end my crazy European adventure. I got to experience each of the four cities with some great people and fell in love with the Spanish lifestyle (especially the siestas!).
In total, I was in Europe for 90 days, toured 20 cities in 8 different countries, had 2 cell-phones stolen, and came home completely broke. But every cent was worth the amazing experiences I had. I am so excited to spend the next month at home recovering and relaxing before returning to Munich, Germany for a year. While in Munich during my trip I met a lovely family that I will Au-Pair for. Let the adventures continue 🙂


A Splurge in Paris

I arrived in Paris for a second time this summer to re-unite with my teammate Diedre and her friend Megan for the week! I was fresh off of 12 hours of traveling from Edinburgh, so needless to say, I did not have the most appropriate appearance for Paris when I got off the bus.

So as soon as I was “Paris -ready”, we headed off to Laudere for a late brunch. I ordered their cinnamon french toast, which was the most incredible and mouth-watering breakfast I had had while in Europe. Granted, I hadn’t eaten a real meal in the past 24 hours, but nevertheless, this french toast was as close as it gets to perfection. We then splurged on a box of macaroons from their bakery. (While 5 euros a cookie seems pretty ridiculous, a trip to Laudere is not complete with out purchasing at least one. I suggest the raspberry. )
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That evening the three of us decided to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset. Climbing 150 meters worth of stairs was not as daunting as it should have been, as the adrenaline I had while watching the city get smaller and smaller distracted me from the tiredness that was overtaking my legs. Right as we reached the top I saw a man propose to his girlfriend. It was such a beautiful moment and the three of us just stared and admired them for the next twenty minutes (no exaggeration).
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The next morning I met up with my Australian friend Alex, whom I had met in Budapest a couple of months earlier. We decided to go do a tour of Champagne, France for the day. If anyone wants a good recommendation on a day-trip from Paris, this is definitely the place to go. The city is about an hour from Paris, and is a really nice and quite escape from the busy streets of Paris. And on top of that, you will have easy access to the best champagne in the world!!
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However, Alex and I did this trip through a tour, and we were the youngest by far! The rest of the group was made up of adorable seventy year old couples, besides an Aussie friend we made named Matt.

The best part of the tour was getting to go in the cellars of Moet & Chandon. I felt so sophisticated, and lucky, to be able to tour such a prestigious place. One glass of champagne had me feeling pretty tipsy and wishing that my wallet could always afford this delicious brand.
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When we returned back to Paris, Matt, Alex, and I decided to go out for a quick dinner. After splurging all afternoon, it was quite the downgrade to settle for a cheap Chinese restaurant where the sushi tasted like Styrofoam. But the company was great and it felt so nice to have made new friends.

That evening I met up with Deidre and Megan at the hotel. It was the perfect Parisian hotel–the room was covered with floral wallpaper and had a balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower. This was the first time in the last 70 days that I had had a room all to myself! The next day I went to Gare du Nord to book my train ticket to Barcelona. Usually Parisians have a reputation for being rude to tourists. So when the ticket lady told me that the trains to Barcelona the next day were completely full, I expected the worst. But she ended up spending the next 40 minutes trying to find an alternative route out and handed me a ticket that left the next day!

Afterwards I met Deidre and Megan at a local pastry shop to do some shopping around the city. This was quite an accomplishment for me, as I managed to find them without a phone and without a map or GPS. I solely relied on asking locals for directions (and once again, busting the stereotype that all Parisians are rude to tourists).

After an afternoon of shopping, the three of us spent the afternoon at a Hammam attached to the local mosque. For three hours we relaxed in saunas and were treated to an exfoliation, massages,and mint honey tea. We ended the night with having dinner a local Parisian restaurant by La Seine.

Paris is supposed to be one of the most romantic cities in the world. While I did not have a significant other to share it with, I was blessed to get to explore the city with some pretty amazing friends. The next day I headed off to Barcelona to start my 10 day tour through the coast of Spain before heading back home!

Three days in Edinburgh (aka home of Hogwarts)

Wow. The UK is so weird. And so cool!

I had no idea what to expect coming to Scotland. Liana and I only came on the recommendation of a hostel roommate, who told us that the Fringe Festival-a month long comedy event with over 7,000 shows- was his favorite experience of the summer. We were pleasantly surprised by the electric environment of this usually sleepy town!
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Our first night there we went to go see Bo Burnham, who was supposed to have the best comedy show of the whole event. I have never laughed so hard in my entire life. Here is a link if you want to view some of his performances: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-ap5Fp2T6c
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The next morning Liana and I did a walking tour, which was led by an adorable Scottish man who, had he dyed his beard white, would have looked exactly like Santa Claus. The only negative of this tour was that I was absolutely freezing the entire time, even with four layers of clothing on! “Summer weather” in Edinburgh is about as warm as Michigan winters.

After the tour Liana and I treated ourselves to ciders and Haggiss & Tatties (which is absolutely disgusting) in a traditional Scottish pub. The pub we were in was more than twice as old as the United States of America! Pubs are a staple to Scottish history (which makes sense, as it is one of the only warm places to escape to!). In fact, Scottish people were the ones who coined the term “shit-faced” to refer to drunk people. Back in the day beer was healthier and safer to drink than the water that was supplied. Garbage was thrown out of windows around 10 p.m., so it was common that when the men would come home from the pubs they would have to dodge garbage bags. If they were too drunk, they would get “shit” all over their face.
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But I think the most exciting part of being in Edinburgh, (and I am ashamed to say this as I am an avid Harry Potter fan and should have already known), is that this city is the birthplace of Harry Potter! I should have instantly guessed this upon arrival, as the train station there is called “Waverly Place”. But it took me nearly two days to figure this out. But of course, when I realized this, I found my way to the Elephant Cafe and sat in the exact chair that J.K. Rowlings sat in when she wrote the first couple installments of Harry Potter.
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It became clear how she was so inspired, as the table she sat at overlooks the Edinburgh castle, which looks exactly like Hogwarts. Next to the castle was the Military Tattoo stadium, which resembles the quidditch field. Beneath the cafe is a graveyard with tombstones of people with the following names: Thomas Riddle, Gregory McGonagall, and Elizabeth Moodie.
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That night Liana and I did a pub crawl (it seemed like a must, being in Scotland and all). There were people from Australia, Canada, and London. They all were really nice and we made some great friends that evening.
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Adventures in Amsterdam

The travel frustrations continued on the overnight train to Amsterdam. Liana and I had thought we had reserved sleepers, but it turns out that the train we were on didn’t have any! Halfway to our destination, while attempting to sleep siting up-right, we noticed herds of blond-haired and pale-skin people piling into the aisles of the train. Apparently their train had broken down so they squeezed onto ours. Any hope of getting sleep quickly vanished.

My first impression of Amsterdam was not what I had expected. I had imagined walking into a city full of people on drugs hanging out on the streets. But that was not the case at all. Amsterdam turned out to be a beautifully quaint city with bright flowers, swarms of bicycles, and happy cats.
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Liana and I spent our first night going to a traditional Dutch restaurant (with the most amazing cheese!) and a paddle-boat ride down the canals. What was supposed to be a relaxing ride down the canals turned into 2 hours of panicked searching for a return center. We had gotten so lost that we had ended up out of the canals and in the area where all of the larger boats were docked. On top of that, the rudder of the boat broke, so we could only steer left! But we managed to find our way back before sunset and finally got a solid night of sleep.

The next morning Liana and I did a walking tour of the city, led by an adorable Irish man. He showed us the red-light district (where there is an elementary school in the middle!), the Anne Frank house, the royal palace, and the best koffee shops in the city. A little known fact that I learned from the tour was that weed is not legal in Amsterdam; the city just chooses to “look the other way”. Same goes for prostitution.
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We spent our third and final day in the city taking advantage of the beautiful Vondlepark and eating at a Dutch pancake house. It was really nice to have a relaxing day, seeing as our bus to London turned out to be extremely rough! The radio was broken on the bus, so for the next 8 hours a high-pitched shrill sound overtook the bus. But by 8 a.m. the next morning we had arrived in London and caught a train to head up to Edinburgh!
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A Hands-On History Lesson (and a black baseball hat)

If I could recommend only one thing to do in Berlin, it would be to do the free walking tour. In every city that Liana and I went to we would do the free walking tour to get a lay-out of the city and learn about the history and significance of our surroundings. The one in Berlin was hands-down the best.
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Our tour guide was a guido-hipster-American named George. His black baseball hat and tight skater jeans complimented his crude and over-the-top personality. The first stop on the tour was the Holocust memorial for the Jews. There are hundreds of rows of cement blocks with narrow pathways throughout. George explained to us that the artist of the memorial never published an explanation for the design; he wanted the experience of the memorial to be personal and for the viewer to create his or her own meaning. The theory I liked best, and personally experienced, was that the further in you go, the easier it is to lose those around you, and soon, you feel completely alone and blocked off from the outside world—which is exactly what the Jews felt when shipped off to the concentration camps.
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George also took us to see the location of Hitler’s death and bunker, which is now a parking lot for high-rise condominiums. George explained that this is Berlin’s sly insult to Hitler, as the area is literally “shit on” by condo owner’s dogs, run over by cars, and stomped all over by residents on a daily basis. We were also taken to the location of the infamous book burning and other war memorials.

While on the tour I saw a girl in the distance that looked a lot like one of my former teammates. But I convinced myself it wasn’t her and continued on with the tour. However, I ran into this girl again at a restaurant after the tour, and it turned out to in fact be my former teammate Lauren! It was an extremely random meeting, but it was so exciting to be re-united with someone who was so influential in my life.
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That evening Liana and I went out for drinks at a bar called White Trash with our four Aussie roomies: Joel, Andy, Beth, and Matt. It was a really fun evening until we returned to our hostel room to find the door wide open. As I walked in I saw all of the contents of my bag scattered all over the floor and all of my bedding off of my bed.

My first thought was that someone had stolen some of my belongings. But after quickly realizing all of my valuables were still there, I noticed there was a black baseball hat on the bed and a camera. I turned on the camera to see who it belonged to and realized it was one of the girls on the walking tour. Just as I figured this out I opened the door to see this girl kissing our tour guide George in the hallway!

The black hat belonged to George. With undergarments all over the bed, I realized that George and the other girl had hooked-up in my bed!

Our roommate Joel told the girl off for taking my bed as George ran down the hall in embarrassment. Liana and I could barely hold ourselves back from hysterically crying with laughter. This event became a huge joke in our room and our other roommate Andy kept George’s black hat as a keepsake from the night.

Liana and I spent our last day in Munich at the Schanen Concentration Camp. This was an extremely difficult tour to do, but I strongly believe that every person owes it to humanity to visit at least one camp. The tour was six hours long. My stomach was in knots as we walked through the gates that so many prisoners never had the opportunity to leave. We stood in the area where roll call was done every morning. We entered one of the living barracks where over 300 prisoners were crammed into 3-tear bunks. We walked on the boot path- where many prisoners were forced to march with 80 pound backpacks until they collapsed to their deaths. We viewed Entrance Z, also known as the place of execution. Our tour guide reminded us that the Holocaust was not the first in history, and that these horrible places still exist in today’s world.

While the tour put Liana and I in a really sad mood, I realized how beautiful it was that Germany has owned up to all of their mistakes and taken full responsibility for their actions—something that many other nations in similar situations refuse to do.
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That night Liana and I headed off to the train station to catch our 3 a.m. train to Amsterdam!
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Last Week in Munich

Liana and I bitterly returned to Munich after a great weekend in Praha. The hostel we were now staying in was way less than ideal when having an internship, as we walked into our non-air conditioned dorm room with a shower that didn’t work. We were rooming with six other people, one of which was an overweight Asian man who was extremely comfortable lounging in the room with only his underwear on.

But we didn’t let our living situation hinder our work at the internship. Liana and I had made great progress on our project at the Mazars office that week, so much that all of our responsibilities in the project was completed by that Friday. Our boss, who had heard about our dramatic housing fiasco from the past two weeks, informed us that we did not have to struggle to stay in Munich any longer and hinted that we should travel until our return flight home a month later.

The week was going pretty smoothly, that is, until Friday came around. The hostel we were staying at messed up our reservations and forgot to book us for that night. Usually this would not be a problem and we could re-book that day. However, this particular Friday happened to be an extremely busy day, as the Bayern Munich futbol team was playing at their home stadium. With futbol being the most popular sport in Germany and having an extremely devoted fan-base, the hostel we were staying at was completely booked for the day, along with every other place in the city.

The hostel staff felt really bad for their mistake and told us that they would try to figure something out for us, but that we would have to check out of our current room and wait a couple of hours. While Liana and I started packing our bags, one of our Australian roommates named Andrew found out what had happened, and offered to sleep on the floor that night and we could share his bunk if management couldn’t get us another room.

Luckily the management of the hostel was able to find another room for Liana and I that evening and we were able to rally to go out for one final night in Munich before heading to Berlin the next morning.

To thank Andrew for his generous offer we had offered to treat him to drinks at the hostel bar that night. It was there that we met his friend Diego. After some wonderful conversations the four of us headed off to Munich’s most exclusive, and notoriously snobby, club called P1.

After arriving back to the hostels as the sun was rising, Liana and I took a quick nap before rallying to catch a 7 a.m. bus to Berlin, which would kick off our 20 day tour around Europe!
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A Weekend of Fun in Praha

Before the whole housing fiasco had happened, our friend Claudia, whom we had met earlier that summer in Paris, had planned to come visit us in Munich for the week! She was such a calm and lovely girl—exactly the type of person we needed to be around after such a chaotic week.
We all decided we needed a weekend getaway, so we booked our tickets to head to Praha for a couple of days. After checking into our favorite hostel—St. Christopher’s Inn—the three of us dropped our bags and headed out to explore!

We began the afternoon with a traditional Czech meal of fried cheese and cucumber lemonade. Afterwards, we decided to do some shopping, as Eastern Europe is an extremely cheap location to do so!

That night the three of us joined in on a pub crawl throughout the town. We ended up hanging out with this group of delightful Irish boys and swapping travel stories. The night was going great, that is until we all decided to go to the five-story dance club. It was the worst clubbing experience of my entire life. The club was extremely filthy, trashy, and humid. It was too crowded to even walk up the stairs.
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So after spending ten awful minutes in this heat-box, the three of us headed back to our hostel and devoured Paprika Pringles (my new favorite late night munchies).

The next morning we awoke to do a walking tour of the city, which was led by a lovely Greek man who made adorable grammar mistakes, such as “And the he suicides”. After the four hour tour, Claudia, Liana, and I sat down for our first bohemian meal. It was at this lunch that we met the sweetest Brazilian/Japanese man named Yugo. He randomly sat down at our table and started telling us all about his travels. He brings a Japanese flag with him everywhere he goes and asked us all to sign it for him!
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That night we planned on going to a local club our tour guide had suggested, but accidently got on a train that went the opposite direction. Before we knew it, we were in the outskirts (and sketchy areas) of Praha at 2 a.m. We decided our best bet was to stay on the train and wait until it returned to our starting point and return to the hostel for the night.

The next day Claudia departed for Poland to meet up with her family. Liana and I decided to go tour the communist museum before our bus departed later that day. The exhibit was very educational, as raw footage during the communist era played throughout the displays. The exhibit also had a separate part which displayed the current communist reign in North Korea. While it is moving to see how far the city of Praha has come since being liberated from communist dictatorship, it is really upsetting to realize it is extremely dominant in other parts of the world. Walking through this exhibit really put into perspective how fortunate I am, despite all of the chaos of the trip, to have the opportunity to tour the world, while others have never been allowed to leave their country’s borders.

Liana and I returned to Munich re-charged and appreciative of the fact that we could freely travel Europe safely.
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Homelessness and Random Acts of Kindness in Bavaria

The craziness in Munich finally seemed to be settling down for Liana and I.

We loved going to our internship at Mazars! As the only young American girls in the office, we brought a lot of fun energy to the typically quiet and uptight auditing office. It was not uncommon to walk into our room and find our partner Max blasting rap music and all of us laughing hysterically about phrases Max would tell us. Our personal favorite was when Max said: “What is this whole peanut butter jelly bread thing. In Germany, we put peanut butter on bread. Or jelly on bread. But never together. Why?”

We had a stable routine, had figured out the metro system, and had discovered some amazing organic markets for food! So after a week of living in Noro’s apartment (and never once seeing him since the day we moved in), Liana and I went to bed extremely relaxed.

“I feel good now,” I told Liana. “I think everything is going to be okay from here on out.”
Liana nodded in agreement.

Not even seven hours after I had said this, seven well-dressed German men barged into the apartment and started screaming at us in German. First thinking these were friends of Noro’s, we both hid under the covers.

One of the men stared at us and said, “Noro did not pay. Get out. You must leave. NOW.”
Apparently Noro forgot to pay his rent and the landlords of the building were evicting him. Without saying a word, Liana and I packed up all of our belongings and were on the street curb at 6 a.m.

Liana and I started laughing hysterically. We were homeless. The only place that was open this early was the San Francisco Coffee Shop around the corner.

Desperate to find a place to stay for the remainder of our internship, Liana and I spent the next six hours in the coffee shop applying for Au Pair live-in positions, as we saw it as our only solution towards finding secure and free housing.

We had six bags and three months’ worth of clothing sitting next to us in this tiny coffee shop. So with this, along with our constant laughter about the morning’s events, it was not difficult for other coffee-goers to conclude what had happened to us. One really sweet lady had been observing us for a while, and before she left she had given both of us brownies and a caring smile before leaving.

While Liana and I had reached a point of desperation to try and survive through the rest of the internship, we realized that day how many kind people we had in our lives. The Mazars office heard what had happened and offered to support us with accommodations at a nearby hostel for the remainder of the summer.

Often times it is easy to feel alone in a foreign country. It can be especially scary to have housing disappear in a place where there are no other friends to turn to. But that was not the case for Liana and I. We met so many compassionate and thoughtful local Germans in the coffee shop that day, and realized that the people at Mazars were more than co-workers—they were our friends as well. Liana and I were extremely lucky to not have to feel lost and alone in this foreign city that we both still loved so much.

A Week of Chaos

On Monday Liana and I finally got to move into our “permanent” housing! I use the word permanent with quotation marks because the term should be used very loosely—all of which I will explain in this blog post.

Liana and I had found housing through an acquaintance who had a good friend with a beautifully sterile apartment in Munich. In return for her hospitality Liana and I had offered to help edit her business school application earlier that summer. Three days after moving into her apartment, she received news that she had been accepted to the program in Berlin and would be leaving that weekend, which gave Liana and I less than 48 hours to find new housing for the rest of the summer.

Before Liana and I had time to panic too much, she told us that we could stay with her gay-fashion designer-neighbor named Noro who lived in an apartment above her. Desperate for options, Liana and I agreed to move in, and were relieved to find out how welcoming Noro was.

However, there was a major loophole in crashing at Noro’s apartment: his multi-million dollar apartment did not have electricity. No one explained why, so our imaginations were left to assume that Noro was just trying to be environmentally friendly, seeing as this apartment was used as his studio. So for the rest of the week Liana and I used the background lights on our laptops to find our way to bed at night.

The day that we moved into Noro’s apartment was also Kyu’s last day in Europe before she returned home. We met up with her after work and went to this fabulous Greek-themed restaurant for dinner. The waiter flirted with us the whole time and gave us way too many shots of Lemonchello—which was absolutely necessary considering the week we had just had.

After dinner the three of us headed back to Noro’s apartment to get ready for a night out. He had told us he would leave the key on the windowsill, but when we went to go get it, we couldn’t find it! So with no idea on how to get in, the three of us grabbed a bottle of wine and headed to the English Gardens to watch sunset.
Luckily, we were able to get the key later that night and still make it to a club called P1. It was there that we were treated to an epic pillow fight and left being covered in feathers from head to toe.

The next day Liana and I went to the Munchen Sommerstrastaum at Olympic Park, which is an annual fireworks festival. The festival was a daylong event with tons of European DJ’s blasting house music in anticipation for the fireworks. It was one of the best, and most relaxing, days in Munich thus far.
All of the sudden changes during the week made me really anxious to get back into some sort of routine. Liana and I decided to head up to Olympic Park to work out and relieve our stresses. I had planned on going for a run with her, but once I passed the Olympic Swimming Hall, I couldn’t resist testing the waters instead. It was my first time getting in a pool since I had retired from the sport nearly 5 months earlier, but it felt like I had never stopped. I couldn’t think of a better location to re-ignite my love for swimming.
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I met up with Liana after her run, and we recovered with Radlers and pretzels—the perfect post-workout meal (jokes.)

A Pit-Stop in Paris

After a crazy week in Barcelona, Liana and I had to start making our way back to Munich to start our internship. We decided to take a two day pit stop in Paris before ending the first part of our summer adventure.

Because of how much fun we had had at the St. Christopher’s in Barcelona, we decided to stay at the same hostel in Paris. With the lack of sleep we had gotten the week before, we were thankful to open our six person dorm to find it completely silent and empty. That is, until we spotted a ventilator plugged into the wall, and then realizing that it was hooked up to our eighty year old roommate in the bunk bed next to us! Liana and I were not too thrilled about this. But after talking to him the next day we found out that his wife of sixty years had recently passed away and that he was traveling to all the places they had once visited together, with Paris being the first stop.
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We started our first morning in Paris with crepes and cappuccinos at a local Parisian café. We decided that we would go explore the catacombs that afternoon, but did not realize that they stopped letting people in at 4p.m. We were four people short of making it in. So we decided to go and explore a local cemetery which ended up being the resting place of a philosopher whom Liana had taken a class on only months before. Afterwards we explored Notre Dame and had dinner in the Tibetan square to plan our night out on the town.
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Unfortunately we still had our Barcelona-party-until-sunrise-mindsets. In Paris, people go out around 9p.m. and are asleep by 11p.m. So we decided to get a good night sleep and do a walking tour of the city the next day. It was on the tour that we met Amy and Claudia—two really sweet girls from Canada and Australia who were also staying at our hostel.

That evening Liana and I met up with Amy, Claudia, and another hostel-mate named Erin. The five of us headed over to the Eifel tower to have dinner on the lawn and watch the light show. With a selection of wine, baguettes, cheese, and chocolate, we soaked up the incredible Parisian atmosphere and the beauty of the Eifel tower. Before we knew it we had watched five light shows (there is one every hour) and bonded over our common love for Katy Perry. One of the coolest parts of the night was realizing that even though the group of us five girls grew up in four different countries we all shared the same outlooks on life.
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The next day Liana and I made a day trip to Versailles! It took about three hours to walk through the palace, and the entire time I felt like I was in a magical fairy tale. The palace was absolutely beautiful! I was inches away from the exact door Maria Antoinette ran through to flee from the angry mob of citizens before her eventual death. I also got to walk through the Chamber of Mirrors—where countless ballroom dances have been held throughout the centuries. After walking through the palace Liana and I explored the gardens of Versailles as the sun was setting. We passed out on the lawn for an hour and watched a crew team practice on the water.
Paris was the perfect last stop on the first part of our trip. We were meeting up with Kyu back in Munich and we were eager to get some experience working in the corporate world in Munich for the next month and a half.