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At first when I decided to travel to Europe I was a wolf pack of one, then I told my brother and thought could it be? Yes it was, the wolf pack was now up to two. Then James Hunter McCoy Haisten (Mack) was informed of the plans and he said he might come. I did not get my hopes up because they have been shattered too many times, but I thought again...¿could this be the third member of the pack? Yes, yes it was. But a sad day had crossed. Early on the 19th we had to part ways with the final member of the wolfpack, we were headed to (and are at) Madrid and Mack was headed to Nice. We parted with our signature jumping high-five, of course stalling a bit in mid-air for photo ops for the people around us. But enough sad writing, lets talk about Paris, or as the wolf pack calls it, the City of Love. We arrived quite late, around 23:31 or 11:31 pm, we have converted to military time. We found our home in Paris at the Hostel Fourcy/MIJE. They always knew when the wolf pack had arrived because our voices reverberated throughout the courtyard, penetrating the rooms everywhere. Especially, Macks "MERCI!" when curfew was missed and we had to buzz our way in. I had briefly told you about the Louvre and the Eiffel tower and the Arc de Triumph but we really lived like Parisians the second full day. We awoke and decided to eat lunch like we were locals. We went to a market on a street named Rue Clere, where everything was fresh, including us. After purchasing baguettes, cheese, meat and wine and finding a park right near the Napoleon Museum, we sat down in the grass near the river and munched, watched some bocce ball, then napped. The wolfpack was on Paris time. So much so that we missed the Catacombes (that I was dying to see, so was everyone else, but especially me) because we arrived at 4:17 via metro, and the last entrance was at 4:00. But baby birds, don´t squawk, we made up for it by going on an amazing bike tour, the Fat Tire Bike Tour (no relation to the beer). It was a night bike tour starting at 7:00 and to Brandon´s surprise, everyone running it seemed to be from Texas. They recognized me as the Ass-Man right away. The streets of Paris ran wild with yellow and my ass-man orange vests. The ass-man was called into duty twice, both times breaking out the leatherman, thank god for the many episodes of MacGyver. Mack almost got arrested for not riding to the side of the street when five police cars were trying to pass. He got a whistle and a stern straight arm, all while looking the other way at the river. We stopped at Notre Dame and said Wow. Then ate some ice cream. The real treat however, was the flowing wine on the flowing river. For an hour, we were on a boat chanting "USA", no we were just singing I´m on a boat. The bike tour had about 60 people but the only six that really mattered was the wolfpack, two people we met, and the guide(s)-we count them as one because the guides didn´t seem willing to leave our cups empty. For a moment, the wolfpack had grown to an amazing 60 as we combined all three bike tours and the winos were off on their bikes. I managed to mess it up and have a faulty bike but its ok, the guides just gave me theirs. They saw I meant business when I went to fix it using the leatherman. Thats about Paris in a nutshell. And to everyone´s surprise, even ours, we made it to Madrid flawlessly. But...we don´t have a place to stay the 21 and 22 so... ya. The hostal Miguel Angel, where we are currently, is cozy and very accomodating. Our arrival was quiet late but don´t fret baby birds, the Spanish are known for "staying up" till dawn, so...we had a good night.
Tried to post pictures from Paris but internet and computer are not cooperating, Paris and Madrid pics will follow be patient and good things will come your way. Go Bayern, Boats and Hoes.
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Kristen Fisser
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Glad to hear that the leatherman has come in handy for you guys! How is Brandon doing with the motion sickness? Love you both! Kristen