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Carcassonne
Pretty surealWe left Barcelona and headed for the medeivel city of Carcassonne. Along the way, we past all of the seasde towns that I want to visit someday. But I'm not sure I'd ever come back. I could see myself just sitting back, making some wine, and tending to my grapes while I stare at the beautiful Mediterranean sea... and drive my Porsches, and hang out with my model girlfriends.... I really hope there's a bunch of oil in my basement when I get back to Edmonton... or gold... or diamonds... that would be helpful.
Carcassonne is pretty cool. It's a lot bigger than I thought it would be (another theme of the trip). It looks just like the cities in the board game.... Except you can't find the board game here anywhere. I don't know why. We ate a delicious late dinner at a cafe, and walked around the cities ramparts at night.
Oh yeah, our hostel is right in the middle. And no one joined us in our four bed dorm, so we had another private room. Amy has been spoiled so far.
The next morning we checked out the torture museum, which was educational and disturbing.
You certainly didn't want to be accused of anything in medeivel times.
We skipped out on the haunted house for a number of reasons: It seemed pricey, it seemed suspect, and what exactly does a haunted house have to do with medeival history? We suspect nothing. We went to the castle instead and caught a tour of the ramparts... in French...
If someone were to attack Carcassone (in medeival times), they'd first have to get past the barrage of archers, and then then the city wall.... and then another wall, some knights, a portcullis, more archers, a pit, more knights, and avoid the boulders dropped through the "murder holes", and some more knights. So all in all a pretty tough ordeal.
But people tried it, and succeeded a few times because the city chaned hands half a dozen times or so.
We ate another big dinner at a cafe, including an excellent French onion soup. We also bought more wine, and drank it by the ramparts.
And once again, we believe we inveted a new term, but it's not as exciting as the last one.... In fact, all we did was start using "Chris Angel"
Dinner
We discovered eating out is a tasty proposition. They have great French Onion soup here.... shocking... (the famous illusionist/mindfreak) as a verb. For example, "I wish I could Chris Angel through that wall at skip the line" or "Chris Angel my way up the wall of that building for a better view." Then we started saying things like "check your back pocket" as an answer to any question, and whispering "mindfreak".... I hope this cathes on.
If you're not familiar with Chris Angel, then I believe I just wasted some of your time. Good day...
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It must be raining if you are updating your blog. I bet you wish you could Chris Agnel the clouds away.