Day 22
Thursday was a nice sunny day again. I went to class and then waited for people to get organized for a walk. Andrea, Meridith and I, as well as Betsy, Paige, Marissa, Giles and Ryan, all needed to print out our boarding passes at the BYU apartment before we could head out for the afternoon to do a walk, so we all went over there to meet our professor. Professor LeBras had come into town that day (or maybe it was the night before, I don't remember) so we got to see him too which was fun. Unfortunately with so many people getting anything done becomes slow and difficult so it was pretty late by the time we were done printing off our boarding passes. Then the whole group of us (plus Judy) decided to find a cafe to eat lunch at, so they could feel French, and the process of finding one we could agree on became another matter entirely. We walked probably half a mile down the street until we decided to come back to the very first cafe on the corner by the BYU apartment and we stopped there for lunch. I had an overpriced caesar salad (12 freaking euros, stupid cafes!) that was only decent (not worth that much) and I tried one of Judy's escargot. It was bigger than the one I had tried at Epcot France a few years ago when my mom had it, and I could even see the little waving feelers that it uses to move (gross looking) but it tasted really good, if a bit chewy. So that was a fun experience.
Upon leaving the cafe one of the workers there was sitting down at the table next to us for his lunch break, and I made eye contact with him a couple times and so of course, he being French, he decided to start talking to me. He asked me how the food was and made a comment about the nice weather and told me to enjoy it or something. It was pretty casual but it just strikes me as so funny how all the French men hit on girls all the time. Silly culture if you ask me. Then, as we were leaving (Marissa and I were at the end of the group so we were the last to walk out the door) and the waiter stopped us because he had to count the money. But that was stupid and rude I thought because he had had the money for a few minutes now and I think he had already counted it. Doesn't he trust us? Sheesh. I was a little put off by that, not to mention I didn't like paying 12 euro for a half-decent salad (note: the French do not know how to make good salads--it has been one of my biggest cravings since I've been here!), and by this point it was about three thirty. The group split off and the girls I was going to go on a walk with decided to do a different one instead that I had already completed so then I just went home a little earlier than usual. That was a little disappointing because I feel like I wasted an afternoon due to indecisive people and a stupid cafe I didn't want to eat at...but at least I was able to enjoy some of the Paris sun.
After taking the metro back home I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening wasting time. I worked on downloading pictures and such, and at about midnight I decided I should probably pack for my trip to London, for which I would be leaving at 5:45am that morning. So, after getting my backpack ready, I finally went to bed a little after 1 and planned on meeting Meridith and Andrea at the train station at 5:50am.
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