Europe
I spent my second night in a youth hostel in Paris last night. I arrived in Paris around 6:00am local time two days ago. The flight from LAX to Orly airport was ten about hours long. It wasn't so bad, though. There was nobody sitting next to me and a nice, elderly French lady two seats away. The charter flight that I flew on was run by a French airline, and it seemed that the majority of the passengers were French-speaking. When we were taking off from LA, all of the announcements were in both French and English, but the frequency of the English announcements seemed to decline as we got farther and farther away from the United States. Customs was amazingly simple. I breezed right though, and emerged into the center of the Orly airport. I was a bit disoriented at first. There I was, in Europe for the first time, and I didn't have even the beginnings of a plan. I changed some money and found out how to get into Paris (Orly is outside of the city). I rode a rail system into the edge of Paris where it intersected the main Paris Metro. After a lot of staring at Metro maps, I finally managed to figure out what station the youth hostel I wanted to go to was near, and after some confusion, managed
We then went to find someplace to eat. It turned out that they were sisters. They had a live band playing and a large, drunk German woman was dancing out of control. The concentration camp was at the end of a train line and it took us a long time to get there. Eventually it became clear that she just wanted to dance. Sunday, August 8th -- Budapest, HungaryPicking up where I left off. I sat between two couples that weren't very interested in making conversation. I've got to call Mom this morning -- she's probably not sure if I'm alive or not. We then visited the Berlin Rathaus and saw the Brandenburg Gate. He ran down and the back up to greet us, huffing and puffing. They do sell wine, though (this is France, after all). I did, however, find Sigmund Freud park. First, we went to the train station.
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