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Published: August 7th 2007
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Perfumey goodness Staying up late always seems like a good idea at the time. Although I had to physically pull my eyelids open, I got up and stumbled over to breakfast. Better than Italy, that's for sure. Croissant, yogurt, fruit and coffee. Not too shabby. Today was primarily a traveling day, which was fine by me. I ran back up to the room, did a quick re-pack of my stuff, and dragged my suitcase to the lobby. As Pom Pom played our day song, it hit me that we wouldn't be hearing it many more times. Sad. He told us what would be happening for the next few days as we drove for about 45 minutes to a perfumerie. As we went in, the overpowering scent of so many perfumes mixed together hit us like a wall of smell. It was a lot to take so early in the morning. We were taken through and told how the perfumes are made, and then got a chance to smell some of the different perfumes the company makes. There were a few that I liked that didn't smell too 'old lady', and a few of the girls and I decided to chip in for a
Wait for it...
Sur le pont d'Avignon
L'on y danse, l'on y danse
Sur le pont d'Avignon
L'on y danse tous en rond!!! four-pack. I picked a scent and paid, and none too soon, went outside for some fresh air. I was just starting to get a bit of a headache, so it was a welcome relief.
When we got back on the coach, Pom Pom played about an hour of comedy over the stereo system. It was very funny stuff. As we drove into Avignon, he put on this RIDICULOUSLY annoying song that got stuck in everyone's head all through lunch -and to be frank, I still find myself singing on occasion...damn you Pom Pom. Haha. Matt and Jeff and I stopped at an ATM and then went to a little street cafe to have lunch. I had yet another pizza. Cheap and good. I don't know what kind of cheese was on it, but man, was it tasty. We laughed and talked about future trips and how crazy this one's been. I love those guys. Really do. Back on the coach again, Pom Pom gave us a gory little talk about French history up until Louis XIII. I'm always amazed at his ability to make the schpeals sound so natural, especially after thinking about how many times he's done it.
foooood
Walking to lunch Should be an actor, that one.
After a longish drive we pulled into the hotel, which was slightly less shady than the last one. I had about 15 minutes to get my bag to my room and wipe the look of the weary traveler off of my face. A splash of cold water, some lip gloss and I was set. Back downstairs to get back on the coach. (I'd be curious to know how many times so far I've said "back on the coach"), and we drove to the old city of Lyon - apparently the gastronomical capital of France. We met in front of a gothic church, trying to avoid the sketchy looking punk kids and their dogs...dodgy. A bunch of us walked around, trying to find a grocery store. As Jon wanted to go ask someone where we could find one, he didn't believe Jeff when he told Jon that the French word for what they were looking for was "supermarché", but I confirmed that he wasn't messing with them (there had been a previous incident where Jeff had tried to convince Jon to go up to someone and say "Je me suis merde" or, "I am
L'eau
Jon was a little thirsty shit" that nearly had me rolling on the floor with the giggles). We found a small fruit stand down the street and bought ridiculously cheap wine...for 2€70. Yup. Classy.
We took our wine and found a place to eat. Ashley was convinced that the place with the English sign would be a safe bet, so we went into the Red Dog Pub, or something to that effect and sat down. The server didn't speak any English, so we got by on charades, pointing, and the limited amount of French that I could speak. The best part of the night was when our food was delivered and someone wanted mustard, and Jeff kept repeating to the server "moose-tard?" I giggled, a LOT, and managed to get out "moutard", which she finally understood. I realized at this point that I could be helping out a lot more than I was. If I'm with a bunch of people getting by on hand gestures, I'm sure the person we're trying to communicate with doesn't care if I conjugate a verb incorrectly :P
In any case, we tried to eat quickly, but didn't really have enough time, so we had to skip our
Classy girl
My cheap cheap wine in a plastic hotel mug desserts and walk quite briskly back to the coach in the lightly sprinkling rain. Of course, on the way back we encountered yet another roadblock. They had closed a tunnel back to the hotel for no apparent reason, so Pom Pom and Damian had to find an alternate route. The brilliant men at the helm got us back safe and sound. When we got back to the hotel I went downstairs to call home and check in and see if there was any exciting news. Nope. I ran back up and got my cheapo wine and went back downstairs where many people had congregated.
The night took a turn for the more interesting when we started playing "Never have I ever". Oh, drinking games. It became the running joke after Brooke said "Is there nothing else to do in Nova Scotia?". Yeah. Haha. So, much wine was consumed in that hotel lobby. Lots of laughs were had. Many jaws dropped. It was fun. The evening ended with something in my eye. It didn't feel like an eyelash and had been there for a while, so Jeff to the rescue, told me to come to his and Matt's room so
Never have I ever...
Sat around the hotel lobby with drinking wine he could put some saline in it. I stuck around in their room, talking and joking around and the next think I knew, I was waking up in their room at 7am. It couldn't have been all that late when we all passed out, but we were tired. Matt actually fell asleep with his suitcase on his bed. Funny. All in all, not the most adventurous day of the trip, but the superb company made up for the lack of excitement.
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