Eurovirgo travel diary: coming in paris & pringles for supper?! – gala darling

ParisPhoto by Juliane Berry!

Phew! I simply got home from Iceland yesterday. We’d the optimum time EVER! Actually, our EuroVirgo trip am bombastic that I will share our travel diary along with you, daily!

I think you’ll appreciate it!

Samedi & Dimanche

On Saturday mid-day in New You are able to City, my doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to spread out the doorway & who did I see before me? The one and only Miss Nubbenstein, clad in her own usual uniform of black & white-colored, having a massive black suitcase!

She came upstairs beside me when i put some finishing touches on my small suitcase & zipped up. After kissing Mike, Hank & Dolly goodbye, we’ve got within the vehicle that was waiting, & headed to JFK airport terminal.

Several weeks ago, Nubby & I’d made the decision to fly to Paris & possess a stopover in Reykjavik, Iceland, on the long ago. The best way to do that would be to fly IcelandAir, that also meant we’d to fly to Reykjavik on the way to Paris. I was designed to leave New You are able to at 8pm, but after an additional hour located on the runway (groan!), i was just a little late.

This isn’t me being excessively dramatic: our flight to Reykjavik was brutal. Usually, airline travel is definitely an experiment in how cold you are able to get while soaring with the sky inside a little silver tube. However, this time around, our plane was roughly a trillion levels! We felt like i was within the tropics, totally not able to awesome lower, however with the recirculating air drying us out a lot that people felt just like a simple smile would split our bottom lips in two. Add this towards the delirium of the inability to sleep, & captain’s bulletins arriving Icelandic–which, if you’ve never heard it, sounds totally wild–& you are able to only imagine our hysteria!

This isn’t to even mention the terrible & horrifying food combinations we ingested throughout the flight. Oh lord. Citrus smoothies, potato salad, oriental mix, chocolates apricots, dumplings, noodles… What were we thinking?! Nubby got some sleep, slumped over on her behalf tray-table, as i viewed Paris Hilton’s My New BFF via a bleary, fractured eye!

Since our flight was super-late departing New You are able to City, this obviously meant i was super-late stepping into Reykjavik. Following a record-breaking spin through security, & an Icelandic passport-rubber stamping (filled with monobrowed customs agent!), we raced lower the corridor to gate #1. Our flight to Paris wasn’t so long–2 hrs & 45 minutes–& i was too excited to rest.

We viewed the sun’s rays rise within the Atlantic & I interceded that my paltry French-speaking skills would suffice! (Nubby doesn’t speak a thing of French, therefore it was all on me!)

ParisMy suitcase & handbag!

Our arrival was perfection. We arrived, marvelled in the retro-futurist architecture (Charles De Gaulle is veeeeery science-fiction-designed-in-the-70s) & found a significantly-needed bathroom. When we’ve got to the luggage slide carousel, we had our suitcases. Mine is difficult to overlook: it’s Vibrant EYE-GAUGING PINK & I really like it!

We trundled our suitcases outdoors to some taxi stand. There wasn’t any queue. Our driver was very friendly, he & I could communicate (success!), & before lengthy we’d showed up at our hotel in Le Marais!

ParisOur neighbourhood: Le Marais!

ParisThe wall above our bed. Swoon!

Once we compensated the taxi driver, a man from your hotel came outdoors & required our bags inside. From the corner of my attention, I saw Nubby searching left & right, up & lower the road, sucking everything track of her eyeballs the very first time. She’d never visited Europe before, therefore it was all completely new on her! It was my 4th visit to France, & once we made our way next door, I felt myself modifying. Paris is simply so delightfully different. I let my New You are able to covering drop away & I inhaled a far more relaxed French attitude.

Our hotel switched out to become a fantastic–maybe even perfect–choice. We remained in the Hôtel du Petit Moulin, that was beyond magnificent. In the polka-us dot carpet within the hallway, towards the scrumptious scent which permeates the reception, towards the immense illustration by Christian Lacroix above our bed… It had been sublime.

The area would be a great size, by having an immense (RED) bathroom, topped with a heart-formed mirror.

ParisMost amazing mirror ever!

After cooing over our room & flopping lower around the bed, i was itching to visit out & explore, despite our extreme exhaustion. We showered, got outfitted, & made our way outdoors again. But alas, it had been Sunday, & Parisians–bless their cotton socks–take their weekends seriously (because they should!), meaning nothing was open.

Despite the fact that i was depriving, we couldn’t find anything to consume. Among marvelling in the colour & size the doorways of Le Marais, Nubby had an espresso adventure, & we wound up inside a small convenience store buying our dinner. Pour moi? Sour Cream & Chives Pringles. Pour Nubby? A box of chocolate-dipped shortbread. Very glamorous!

ParisI really like this street art within the Marais!

ParisDespite coercing Nubby into consuming each of these–when she never drinks espresso–she still went to sleep at 7pm!

We pulled our carcasses to Hôtel du Petit Moulin to consume our nutritious dinner & lie lower. Quickly, we learned that our hotel had Fashion TV, & thus started our nightly ritual of watching it religiously!

But alas, our very lengthy, hot flight had its toll, & before we understood it, i was given out, face-lower, on the enormous white-colored bed… To become ongoing!


Dinner at 태훈's House


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