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I Survived Spring Break 2015

So, If I decided to write a post about my spring break, it would probably take as long as my vacation to write it. And let me tell you, this “break” was no vacation but a marathon of traveling. Let me paint a picture: 6 countries in 11 days. That old adage there is no sleep for the weary or wicked is true. There is no sleep (or rest) for the student traveler. Nevermind, that wherever I went, the rain came too.

That said, my immune system suffered dearly.

So, I have decided to sum my experience up for you with two photos from each city.

Prague, Czech Republic 

Swans by the Famous Charles Bridge
Yes, these two men are peeing fountains. And the water is 100% drinkable. Bonus: This display is next to the Franz Kafka Museum

Highlight: Easter Market in Old Town and Public Works of “Art”

Berlin, Germany

Constant construction and regrowth in Berlin
Between the Berlin Wall. East Side and the West Side

Highlight: The Holocaust Memorial almost brought me to tears, and the Doner Kebab

Amsterdam, Holland

Bikes, Canals, and Narrow homes!
What’s a trip to Amsterdam without a pose with the “D”! IAMSTERDAM

Highlight: Van Gogh Museum, the Heinken Experience Canal Cruise, The Atmosphere and STROOPWAFEL

So pretty!

Brussels, Belgium

Europe has a fascination with peeing boys.

Highlight: With only three short hours, it would have to be the strawberry and banana waffle with warm chocolate drizzled over it. It was devoured before I remembered to take a photo.

Paris, France


Highlight: I return to the city of lights! Loved the Musee d’Orsay- filled with impressionist masterpieces by Claude Monet and spectacular sculptures, Versailles, and of course, the Macaroons from Laduree!

So what was my favorite city? It’s a toss up. But, I would have to say Amsterdam because it is like nothing I have ever seen before. It’s like an adult fantasyland with idyllic homes and calming canals while all sorts of debauchery and fun are encouraged. Where else in the world can you hit up a coffee shop then indulge in the secrets of the red light district? No where.

But please, I wish Spring Break 2015 never came to an end. It was long and short at the same time. An exhausting whirlwind of new experiences. I loved every minute of it!

Now, I have returned to the grind, with finals week and my return home rapidly approaching the horizon. Oh my!

*All photos were taken by me!


Paris is for Lovers, I mean Rich People

Paris is for lovers. Scratch that. Paris is for rich people. Nothing in that city is affordable. I guess, I can’t expect the fashion capital of the world to be inexpensive. But, fashion of the capital of the world did Paris prove. And beautiful.  Now, the real story of interest is our mode of transportation to France. My mother came to visit me for almost 2 weeks as a part of birthday celebration for me and her. We are both pisces, and somehow the same person.  She decided I should experience traveling on a train. So we took the Renfe from Barcelona-Sants to a station just inside France. It was comfortable. It had a dining car; we were given headphones, and it even had charging ports. I could deal with this. We had a 45 minute wait at this station until our train to Paris came. At 8:45, an old, dilapidated sleeper train comes barreling through the track and the people go running to it. Apparently, this is our train to Paris. We spend a few minutes trying to figure out where we are going. When we find out “First Class Cabin,” we find ourselves sharing 2 bunk beds with 2 grown (smelly) men who don’t speak English. Even more, they want to go to sleep the second the train goes and there are no personal lights, or they just don’t work in our little cabin.  Anyways, we do not want to go to sleep that early in the night. The train starts to roll and the train is really quiet. Everyone is tucked away in their little rooms. Only my mom and I want to explore/ find a way to change rooms.  We slither our way to the Second Class Cabin (6 people squeezed into the smallest room ever to sleep) where we find a ticket taker. We explain the situation and the lady is surprised to hear that we’ve been placed in a cabin with men who we are not related to! She finds a way for us to get a new cabin, and lucky for us, we get another cabin in the same car all to ourselves. We spend the evening sipping wine from water bottles and talking about what we want to do when we get to Paris.  I have a restless sleep on the train that arrives in Paris at 7:23 a.m. I spend the night looking out at the darkness, watching flashes of light pass by as we go through many different towns. Everything in Paris was very spontaneous. We both had lists of the places we wanted to visit, but didn’t do such a good job of planning everything out. After some issues finding our hotel, a Holiday Inn, we are allowed to check in hours before normal. They had a room available for us, which we were not expecting. The beds were so comfortable, I kind of fell asleep for a bit, so we didn’t start our day until around 11 am. Oops! Not sure where to go, we asked the concierge where she suggested we go. She recommended the Sacred Heart Basilica of Montmarte (Sacre-Coeur) for it’s sweeping views of the city. We spend a little bit of time there before wandering the streets around it for a place to eat, as neither of us had eaten since boarding the train Thursday afternoon.  We ended up eating crepes. I decided to try and be adventurous and try a flambeed-crepe with apple brandy. This is where I  should stop trying to be cool and just eat a normal crepe with banana and nutella like the rest of the world.

The Base of the Basilica
Wandered into a chocolate museum nearby!
The first bite of macaroon
The first bite of macaroon

For the afternoon, we hung around the Arc de Triomphe- a very impressive structure and enjoyed some more sweeping views up top. Afterwards, we decided to walk around the famous Champs-Elysee street known for its high end retail where we visited the first Louis Vuitton flagship. Never have I had to wait in line to get into a store, but I did for LV. The store was buzzing, and everything felt much more approachable in the store than when I’ve stepped inside other locations, feeling out of place and targeted in a store with more employees than customers.  After I planted the idea of getting a Louis Vuitton in my mother’s mind, she played with the idea because it’s apparently cheaper to but it in Europe, but for the record, as of now, there is no Louis Vuitton monogram in my possession. Sigh. A girl can dream, right?

Cue "Gangam Style" playing in the background, because THAT happened.
Cue “Gangam Style” playing in the background, because THAT happened.

Somehow the day started to slip away and we rushed to the Eiffel Tower where a long line awaited us. We came from the metro station and missed out on those beautiful park photos because we came from the river side. Kind of bummed because the sun started to go down so quickly. I was going to settle for sunset photos from the top, but that didn’t happen either.   It was cold and windy at the very top of the tower, but definitely a wonderful experience-seeing Paris again from that aerial view. DSC_0162 By now it was around  8 p.m. and we were exhausted. We tried to head back to the hotel but got lost on the way from the metro to the hotel. So I wasted 7 euros on a 3 minute cab ride. life, #amiright? After the frustration of trying to find the hotel, we stuck close and ended up at this wine bar place minutes before happy hour ended. So I ordered a “sex on the beach” my staple, apparently and chicken and MASHED POTATOES! I think I ordered the meal for the potatoes. Nope, I definitely ordered the meal for the potatoes. Saturday was dedicated to the Lourve and SHOPPING. When the Turner girls travel, they must devote a large chunk of time to shopping.  Again, like the Vatican, the Lourve is very impressive. Just rooms and long alley ways of artwork. After a while, it all looked the same. Romantic art seems to do that. Yet, I would like to inquire about booking the Lourve’s Italian section for my wedding ceremony for the world’s longest alley way. Also, I took a selfie with Mona. We are on a first name basis like I’m on a last name basis with Da Vinci! DSC_0270 Next to the king/queen of department stores: Galleries Lafayatte. 7 floors of designer heaven. Some of the designer stations were roped off to limit the amount of people there at the same time. Also, the shoes covered an entire floor. Don’t get me started about the shoes. My mother decided she wanted to buy a purse in Paris for the shear reason of saying, I got it in Paris. Well, let me tell you… nothing in that store is meant for the normal person. (I’m looking at you 20,000 euro Celine Bag).  Some of these items make the Louis Vuitton Purses look inexpensive. IMG_7498So finding an affordable, Paris based purse was task.  I found a wallet that I liked by this brand called Lancaster, and decided to  use some birthday money I received to purchase it since it was relatively affordable.  Well, this was really the only brand in the store with affordable prices, so naturally my mother decided to purchase a bag from their limited collection.  I don’t know how much she actually loved the purse rather than wanted to have a nice item from Paris. Only how often she carries the purse will tell. also for the most important part, ANTHROPOLOGIE IS COMING TO THE STORE AS OF MARCH 9! I CAN’T WAIT TO GO BACK AND BUY SOMETHING THERE OVER SPRING BREAK, I’VE BEEN DEPRIVED OF MY FAVORITE STORE!  When the store closed  at 8, we dashed off to our dinner reservation at a Fondue place called Chalet Savoyard. Who knew cheese and bread could be so filling! IT was delish! Sunday, our last day, was a whirlwind! We started off the day with brunch at the place I had been pining to go all weekend for Macaroons: LaDuree. I indulged in the sweetest french toast with rose, yes, rose flavored whipped cream and a berry sauce. Seeing how expensive everything was, made me think twice about the macaroons. I told myself that if at the end of the day I still wanted to buy the overpriced macaroons, I would come back. and yes i did…..IMG_7530 After breakfast, we went to see the famous Notre Dame Cathedral. The stained glass was my favorite part of this gothic style building and it was interesting to see the progression of how it was built over almost a millennium. We then metro-ed to the Centre Pompidou, a wacky modern art museum that was definitely one of the highlights of the trip for something kind of off the typical tourist places. I loved the Jeff Koons exhibit. He had a diverse collection using childlike elements like giant balloon animals made out of aluminum to erotic art and advertisements. DSC_0489DSC_0486 Finally, in need of some last minute shopping, we walked around the Marais Jewish Quarter where the stores were open on Sundays.  Again, these weren’t affordable stores but expensive brand locations such as Karl Lagerfield and Maje.  I bought some awesome teal snakeskin platform flats at this Paris store called Mellow Yellow. So cute! too bad they gave me a blister the first time I wore them… but hey… fashion is pain, baby. I loved my trip to Paris, and I can’t wait to go back! Thanks mom for taking me!DSC_0390 xoxo Observations about France:

  • They make you pay to use public restrooms, even at the train station
  • They don’t really believe in escalators for the metro station
  • Window displays are a thing- not like in Spain where everything is shuttered
  • The men and women are impeccably dressed
  • People were for the most part, extremely friendly! Ignore the rumors for the most part about the French hating Americans
  • Asian tourists, everywhere! And THEY spend the big bucks!
  • No security really anywhere except occasionally soldiers carrying assault weapons. That was intimidating.
  • They don’t pronounce “S”