Finally!! I’m posting right on time! Actually, I’m a day late but close enough. Right? Warning: this post may be a bit long. Sorry, ya’ll.
How to Survive France, Switzerland, and Scotland in 1 week:
1. Drink so much Orangina that you start questioning if you have a problem.
2. Upgrade from croissants in your purse to baguettes in your book bag and cheese in your purse.
3. As always coffee! But upgrade to espresso this time because why the hell not. You’re fancy now!
Next stop after Ireland was Paris! I wish I could say that I loved Paris. I wish I could say that it was the fanciest time of my life but, it wasn’t. I ended up incredibly stressed for the majority of the time. However, I fell in love with the Louvre! I raced over there my first morning in Paris and, sprinted all the way to the Mona Lisa. Let me tell you guys that painting is small. It was awesome to see but, the giant wall painting right in front of it with no queue was just as grand. I could have spent days in the Louvre. After, in a misty cold day, I trekked to the Eiffel Tower with a jambon-beurre and macaron in my hands. It was…incredible. Even in the mist, it was breathtaking to be up there looking at all of Paris. One of my childhood dreams accomplished.
Oh Switzerland, it was so freaking beautiful! The Swiss Alps in the distance were just amazing! My train ride into Geneva had me climbing up and down and weaving through beautiful little villages and mountains filled with snow. Everyone I met while in Switzerland were so nice and lovely. Quite honestly I’d retire there if it wasn’t so expensive. I spent most of my time there sipping coffee by the lake. I was also able to see take a quick train back into France to see my favorite French singer, Hoshi, perform. I met a lovely family who couldn’t believe that an American made her way to this concert.
Have you ever gone somewhere and just simply fell in love with the place? That happened to me in Scotland. My last name is Scottish so it was cool learning about my ancestry and what my name means. Edinburgh was so freaking beautiful with all the old cathedrals throughout the streets and, Arthur’s seat was amazing. I know I’ve said that a lot but trust me. I hiked for a couple of hours up Arthur’s seat and, anyone who knows me knows that I don’t hike. It was so fulfilling climbing up there. Granted I wanted to quit with every step I took and, the wind was so terrible I kept falling down. Thanks to the Italian couple for helping me climb down the steep rocks at the top without falling to my death. Edinburgh is also the birthplace to Harry Potter which I’m a ridiculously huge fan of. I spent so many days discovering where the inspiration for Diagon Alley was, the cafe where JK started to write, and where Lord Voldemort is buried. I can’t wait to visit again!
Sorry, this post is long but, I did warn ya didn’t I?
Sláinte!
Bridget
Bridge Across The Pond 