How Low Can You Go?

     After how amazing yesterday and today have been, its hard to imagine the mood I was previously in. They warned us at orientation that we would go through a few phases throughout our trip abroad. The first phase was euphoria and then there would be this anger and then again happiness (hopefully).  I thought, as always, that I would be an exception to the rule. I, like many of my roommates, began to resent Paris because of the lack of English being spoken and unfamiliar atmosphere. You might think "well duh" because I'm in a French speaking country and this isn't Madison or Minneapolis so obviously it will feel differently. The worst part is, we all feel guilty for feeling like this. Here we are given this amazing opportunity to travel throughout Europe and we were all feeling upset that we were missing out on our great lives back in the states. But now, the feeling is only a slight annoyance and the third phase is on its way.
     Yesterday was great because 1. the weather was absolutely amazing (sundresses and flip flops) and 2. because we were all feeling adventurous. We got off onto Isle St. Louis and enjoyed the weather for an hour before hunger took over. We all grabbed a panini and sat down on the boardwalk of the Seine. We ventured over to Notre Dame and then to Pont Neuf to enjoy more views of the Seine in this summer-esque weather. We all got separated somehow, but ended up meeting one another in the courtyard of the Louvre oddly enough. Our next destination was the Sacre Coeur, which although we've seen it multiple times, the view never gets old. It was across town, but we weren't about to use another metro ticket because the weather was, I'm going to say it again, AMAZING sorry Midwest friends. We watched the sunset behind Paris and then took off for a nap, after stopping for crepes obviously.
   Today, to our dismay, the weather in Paris decided to behave like London's. We were still in the mood to venture out though so we took off to see what Rivoli held for us. We saw a great chocolate shop so we stopped and all bought a macaroon. I'm glad we were adventurous and tried them, but I still don't understand their appeal, not my favorite dessert I will say. After grabbing an espresso to avoid the rain, we ran into BHV, one of Paris's largest retailers and lost ourselves somewhere in the 6 floors of pure bliss. Finally we escaped and took off to find "the best ice cream in Paris" because all our diets consisted of this weekend was sweets apparently. We found it, but only after 2 hours of lollygagging around the Marais and Isle St. Louis.
     This weekend ended up being great, especially with this black cloud hanging over our apartment. It was great to get out and see more of Paris, nothing to complain about on this end!