My crypt is bigger then your crypt

So today started out like every other American day, going to Starbucks (oh yeah!). I know your in Paris, there are cafes all over the place why got to Starbucks? Because when I order cafe in one of those I get a tiny shot glass of coffee for five dollars, for six you can at least get a decent sized portion of coffee at SB (this is a paid product placement). After breakfast we headed off to Jardin du Luxembourg and the Pantheon. The garden is very beautiful, though like Versailles I would think it even better in summer. I got to see the Pantheon last time, but didn't go/know you could go inside, the inside is sublime (many architecture students making sketches of the buildings unique features. In the crypt is where Hugo, Dumas, and Voltaire are now buried (to mention a few). It was at this time that the day started to take a turn for the worse (meaning the weather). Every day the forecast has been rain, but it only ends up just sprinkling in the afternoon, except for today when we wanted to do a lot of outdoor activities (Murphy's Law). To get out of the rain, the Musee de Orsay offered comfort and a good cappuccino (that was for you Alex). This museum has a huge collection of Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, and Rodin. It is often hard to enjoy such museums because of there sheer mass, so much artwork in such a little time, you have to put horse blinders on to not get sidetracked. For a side note, why do people feel it is acceptable/needed to take pictures with famous art? The people that have the six thousand dollar cameras that sit there clicking away at every Monet and Rodin, put the camera down! Unless you are an art history professor on sabbatical or an art photographer, just enjoy the art work and leave the picture taking to the professionals. After some lunch it was off to the Rodin museum to keep getting out of the rain, which the first thing they did when we got in was shove us back outside for the first part of the exhibit. Finally we ended at Napoleon's tomb, man that guy has the biggest ego ever! Who needs a gold domed building ten stories high to be there tomb? (a short man that's who). Tomorrow is Thanksgiving for you people back home, but we are off to London on the Chunnel.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Nathaniel out!

P.S. Happy Birthday Grandpa!

Stories from Paris: an abbreviated tale

Alright, I finally got an internet card, in fact I wanted one for just one hour, but the hotel was out of those so now I am using one that was already purchased and thus stealing internet (my luck continues to Paris). So there is a lot of stuff to cover considering that I haven't posted for a couple of days so I will try to do the reader's digest version (I know ironic considering they went bankrupt) of the story thus far. So yes we got here, and me assuming that because we booked the flight and the shuttle at the same time that the shuttle would know when we got there and we would have no problem, well you know what happens when you assume. After a ten hour flight we get off the plane, get our luggage (yes Dad that garment bag made it), and walked out of the terminal to get our shuttle, one small hitch in this plan was the catching of the shuttle. What we did not know until later was that you needed to call them and let them know you were there so they could come and pick you up...well fine then, after several trips in and out of the terminal that picks you up we get someone in information to call our shuttle company and they say they will come to pick us up. One pulls up outside and we go to him and say we have a reservation for Miller. No luck, we go back to the information counter and try again (while doing this the shuttle that was sent for us must have come and left) so we go out again, and find another couple of people that are having the same problem. We try to get in the shuttle that comes for them and still no luck (ahhhhhhhhh!, this is on no sleep mind you). To make a long story longer, we go to information again (getting lots of looks from the person who is helping us) and call the place ourselves, we got a hold of them, Mom is livid and they say they will be there in five min. Well that was more like 10, and then we had to go pick other people up at their terminals. It took as a very long time to get to our hotel, but at least it was our hotel.
At the hotel, we had requested two twin beds instead on one queen (yeah Mom and son in same bed, this isn't Oedipus). We get to the hotel and they are like "two beds" we don't do that. We show them the reservation and then all the sudden it is "oh yeah, I guess we can do that". We get to the room and wait for the maid to come and then she had to call the front desk to ask how to do it and then get another maid in there to help her figure it out. This is all with us looking that street bums and being really tired. This is where the nap comes in and then wondering around at night around our hotel. We found a good restaurant and had crepes for dinner and then strolled around the Opera district, finding some windows that had been decorated in Christmas fashion (like the New York Macy's ones) which were cool but kind of weird (gingerbread men humping women's legs...I'll leave you to imagining that).
OK, let us please move to day one (I am not counting that first day as day one, FYI) we get up and it is not raining (forecast said it would) so we decide to just to Eiffel Tower just in case it rains the rest of the week. We get there, do the picture thing, and get in line (we were third in line) to get in. Get up to the window to get tickets to find out that it is so windy that day that they have closed the top floor (mind you last time I was here I didn't go to the top for time constraint reasons, foiled again!) So we reluctantly got to the first two stories (of which there is a cafe on the second floor that we wait for it to open, they have muffins and coffee there, but then a man comes and says "NO, we are not open", why the hell was all the stuff there if they weren't going to open? oh Frenchies). We ended up getting our cafe at the first floor cafe (thank god). After this we walked the grounds and took more pictures during which time we were almost scammed by the drop the ring and then ask for a reward to keep it (oh Paris).
From here it was off to the Louvre. The Louvre is the Louvre, though there was hardly any people in it and I got to see the Mona Lisa for a good long time, plus a couple of pictures this time (the guards did nothing to stop it, who am I to not take advantage of that).
Today we wanted to do Versailles, which is what we did. I planned the stations the night before and we got there early with all the other people that were going out to the Chateau. On the train ride we bumped into another American off to the races, his name, Dave (when one Dave leaves another enters). He ended up tagging along with us the whole time (what a character) but the company was more then welcome to break up the party a bit. Versailles is beautiful, I hope to back sometime in summer when the gardens are in full bloom, you could really spend all day there and not see all of it.
After saying goodbye to Dave, we headed to Notre Dame, which is about the best cathedral that you can go to, nuff said.
Tonight we headed back to the Eiffel Tower, because they are doing a special light show for the 100th year celebration (I think 100 years at least) so we watched that and then noticed that elevators were going to the top and not to be one to be bested, got in line to see if the top story was open, it was and before you knew it, we were on our way up. It must be mentioned that Mom does not do well with heights, not well at all (horrible). The elevator from the 2nd to 3rd story is open (not like Empire State building at all). Mom is freaking out, but she made it, and I can finally say that I have been to the top of the Eiffel Tower, but it was really windy still (I almost got blown over). After that we went back to the Louvre to get some night pictures and then back to the hotel as I am writing this right now.

That covers some of the basic stuff, but there are lots more stories to come. Tomorrow is another jam packed day and I am looking forward to it.

Nathaniel out!

Picture count: 337 (damn!)

Drems of planes, trains, and shuttles

First I have to say that this is being typed on a French keyboard, which is not set up like an English keyboard, so this is where weird mistakes may come from. We finally made it to Paris and had gotten a shuttle to take us to our hotel, but did not research how to use the shuttle and needless to say it ended up taking us forever to get to our hotel. I made the mistake of lying down on the bed and ended up taking a two hour nap, but the sleep was much needed. ok typing on this keyboard sucks and there is a baby crying in this internet cafe, I am going to go back to the hotel and hopefully get some wifi.

nathaniel out!

Surprise!!

This is going to be a surprise entry for all you that follow this blog, some are in the know and others are not, but Mom and I are going to Paris for a week (in fact I write this as she yells at me to get ready because Dad will be here in 15min to pick us up to take us to the airport). The whole trip materialized out of the fact that for as long as I can remember my Mom has said she wanted to go to Pairs, and my final comment to that was that she wasn't getting any younger ;). We leave today at 1pm and will get to Paris on Sunday at 11am. The forecast on weather.com was rain for the whole week, so great news to start with. Alright now I really have to go, but more to follow.

Picture Count: 0 (the Journey Begins)

And GB to Madird

Well today is the last day in Spain. Last night was crazy, as you would expect a last night in a country to be, we went out with people from our hostel and found a good bar that served one euro beers (which is rare in Europe). Early in the day Shawn and I went to the National museum which had some good art in it and then to this park called Retiro, or at least that is the stop that you get off at to get to the park. There is a lake (pond if you will) in the center and you can rent row boats and go out on it. So that is what we did. Anyway, short post, it was a good last day in Spain, and I will be back in the good old US very soon.

Chao

Missing flights and other travisties of travel

Well everyone has there “I was on the train and it stalled out and I missed my flight story” and this is mine. So when checking out of the hostel I asked the person if I could catch the airport bus at the same place it dropped me off and he said I could but that taking the train from the station closest to the hostel was cheaper and faster. By the time the train came I was on a tight time frame to get to the airport, but still doable, until the train stalled out three stops from the ariport. I ran to my terminal (the farest from the train station) only to be told by the guy at check-in that I needed to be there 40 minutes before the flight left (it was 35min before my flight). I had to go and get a seat on the next plane and the reservation person even said she was surprised they didn’t let me check in (thank you veuling). It only cost me 10 euro to get on the next flight so that wasn´t bad, but I would miss Shawn at the airport, which would only complicate things. Long story long, got the flight, met up with Shawn at the hostel and what could have been a really bad situation turned out to be fine (woot!). Shawn and I went on a walking tour yesterday of old town Madrid (saw lots of stuff, took some pictures, not really going to list it all now) and then came back and rested at the hostel for a bit (seeing as Shawn had just got to Spain yesterday). Then went out on the town for some much needed corousing. Anyway it is getting late in the morning and we need to go tour some. More to follow.

Picture count: didn’t check my camera before writing this, probably something around 210 or so.

P.S. Renate, had some gazpacho yesterday just for you (and it was yummy and refreshing, thanks for the tip)

Bye Bye BCN

Every city has a rhythm, well multiple rhythms that make up the tune of how life is lived. There are the bakers and executives that get up before dawn, and then the old and young, people going to school. Then there are the visitors, these have different rhythms as well, the people who are going on cruises, people leaving for the airport in the morning, and then there are the hostellers. I finally found the rhythm of the hosteller on my second day. What you do is see as much as you can between the time you wake up (hopefully before breakfast ends at 10) and the time you realize you haven’t had enough sleep to warrant trucking through the city for five hours. That is when you stumble back to the hostel and take a well deserved nap (from around 5-9pm). You can’t sleep longer then around 9 because this is when the people (other hostellers) start to drink in the common room (which is right downstairs from my room) and is also when you mingle with the other travellers (drinking, singing songs, and carrying on). This goes on from 10-12pm or whenever the hostel tells you you have to leave because your making too much noise. It then moves out into the streets and you migrate from the hostel to Barcelona centre where you will search for the club/bar you want to frequent. We went to a bar named Apollo (think that is how it’s spelled) got there at 1 and it was dead. Not to worry though, the rest of the people hadn’t come yet, and by 2:30 it was a fire marshals worst nightmare. Rinse and repeat.
Yesterday I went to see the other famous cathedral in Barcelona Sagrada Familia (http://blog.hotelclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/sagrada-familia.jpg) see the link for the picture. Then headed on over to this really cool public park called Guell Parc, which is nice and outdoors, if you hike to the top then you can see views of the whole city, and there is lots of cool buildings (I have pictures). After this stopped off from some seafood payeya, very good, and then wandered into this open market, with every fruit and vegetable and meat you can imagine and stocked up on some needed fruit. Then it was off to the museum of modern art, cool building and a roam through the south-eastern part of Barcelona. After that it was back to the hostel and rinse and repeat. My flight for Madrid leaves at 8:40 so I need to stop writing this and check out of the hostel.

Picture count: 180 (getting there)

P.S. Requests for an itinerary so here it is:

May3-6: Barcelona
May6-8: Madrid

I fly back on May 8, to Dallas and then from Dallas to SFO arriving at 9:30pm.

Nathaniel out!

Life as a beach

So for a beach day, I ended up taking more pictures then yesterday and walked even further. Started off the day right, free breakfast (even though I know it is included in the price of the room, don’t ruin my fun). After this I was off to the beach, but got side tracked along the way. Ended up getting off the metro at the Arc de Triomf (yeah they have one in Barcelona too) so now I have seen the one in France and the one in Spain, though the one here is red and smaller (hmmmm). After this took a stroll in this huge park and just stumbled onto a giant fountain with dragons in it and a woolly mammoth statue. After this I wondered on down to La Rambla (yeah I have been spelling it wrong the whole time). On the way, had some churros and chocolate, today’s thanks goes out to Kenneth, who suggested I get that while here). It is like hot chocolate (but real hot chocolate) and then fresh churros, needless to say very good. After this kept trying to head to the beach, and after an hour of roaming around, found one. Let me just say, what they say about European beaches is try (but you have to take the god with the bad) and that’s all I’m going to say about that. Now yesterday one of the guys in my hostel said that the first beach wasn’t that great because it had fake sand (as in it was not a real beach before the Government hauled in sand to make it one) the sane at this beach is bad, it sticks to your skin and is the really big black flake stuff. Needless to say, I was covered from head to toe with black flakes and probably looked like a leaper or something, but I have officially swam in Mediterranean (sweet). After this just took it easy and mulled around checking some of the cool buildings in the finance district and elsewhere. The night is still young, there is trouble afoot.

Picture count: 130

P.S. If you read this blog, you should become a fan if you have g-mail, just to make me feel special if nothing else.

Nathaniel out!

The only blond boy in Barcelona

As a continuance of the last post, I reread it today and realized that I left out some details (probably because it was 4:30 in the morning yesterday when I decided to write that blog). One of the things that I left out was that I went to the Museu Picasso, which if you can’t tell by the name is a museum dedicated to (you guessed it) Picasso. The best part about going to this museum was that it was free!!!! and no it is not free everyday, it is only free on the first Sunday of every month and I just happened to be there on the first Sunday of the month. Sometimes you just want to get down and thank your lucky stars. I have never much cared for Picasso’s work, too much cubism and many paintings that look like there done by my niece. With that said, because this is the Picasso Museum, they trace out the evolution of Picasso from his early childhood all the way to his death. It is interesting to see how he developed and changed over the years, though it seems that he just ended up copying the people he was hanging out with at any given time. Also, La Ramba street is like Hollywood Blvd, there are people dressed up like statues, fairies, and I even saw the alien from the alien movies (ah tourist traps). Anyway, wanted to add that in there and to say that I got separated from my group last night and was still able to find my way back to the hostel (yeah take that Google maps).

Nathaniel out

Shawn Nathaniel Barcelona

You knew that I had to do that title. So for all you not in the know, I got a job and am celebrating with one last hurrah, seeing as I am currently in Spain, Barcelona to be precise, if you couldn’t tell from the title. So lets see, my flight left out of SFO at 7:45am (thank you Cuyler for driving me), which was good because it meant I didn’t really get any sleep the night before, and seeing as there were two (yes two) babies around me I thankfully slept almost the entire trip. Landing in JFK was cool because you can see the New York skyline when you land, the bad part was that my flight got delayed by an hour and a half, but then I got to see the skyline at night, so that kind of made up for it (not really). Sat next to the most interesting older woman on the plan (she has been everywhere, really) more stories to come when I get back about my cougar attracting powers. Landed in Barcelona, had to fill out a health survey (because we were leaving a country that, you guessed it, is infected with swine flu, I hate pigs!). Got to hostel, weather was gorgeous and slipped into some shorts and sandals and hit the road to La Ramba (the old city). Went to a cathedral (my favourite) and did about 3 miles of walking (yeah all on very little sleep). Came back and took a shower and a much needed break before waking up to my roommates (got to love hostels). Two of them are from Austria and invited me out for the night. I don’t know if anyone noticed, but this post was posted around 4:30am our time. I will let your imaginations do the rest. Anyway off to bed, but tomorrow is a beach day (yes!) this is a vacation after all.

Picture count: 65 (not bad for half a day)

P.S. Spain is the land of PDA. I know it is a cultural thing, but I have already needed to throw up several times do to the amount of smooching and hugging that goes on here.

Nathaniel out!