Thursday, January 12, 2012

Day 2

Afternoon:

More orientation today. It was cool- we learned that French men are aggressive when flirting so don't even look at them or give a small smile because they see that as an invitation. Lol No seriously, they'll follow you around, because you wanted to talk right? Also, on the metro hold on to your purse and look down at the floor depressed. That's how Parisians do it. But, one thing France has in common with the U.S. (and most other countries) is the Chinatown. Yep the Chinese are everywhere.






Evening:



After all the orientation meetings are over we headed to the metro and got off at Trocadéro (the Eiffel tower stop!) We get to see Eiffel's masterpiece and take the must-experience boat ride down Le Seine, the river running through Paris. The view was amazing and you get to see many landmarks and historic areas comfortably from your seat.



Dinner:

For dinner we were on our own tonight. My hotel suite-mate and I went into a bar restaurant that didn't look as expensive as the others. They recognized us as Americans as soon as we went in. Maybe the lost look on our faces gave it away. We weren't really sure what we were ordering; recognizing a few words we went for it anyways. She ordered a vegetarian lasagna and I got the "soupe de cresson aux croutons ailles oeuf poché." I just wanted a soup since I'm still getting over a cold. I recognized soup and crouton (didn't even see oeuf which I know means egg.) It was gross! :( I took one sip and no more. My suite-mate Brittany's "vegetarian" lasagna meant fish. We split that, but it was also gross :/ So vegetarian sometimes means fish and not veggie here. Got it. Not the best meal, but we got the experience at least, and lesson: don't order unless you know for sure. We went to Starbucks after.
Egg Soup. Who eats this stuff?! It doesn't even look appetizing
Google translate: watercress soup w/ garlic croutons & poached egg
My translation: dirt, grass, water and an egg. poor people food. (haha jk)


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