This past weekend when we went to Paris was only two days after Rachel had hurt her knee in volleyball.  Going to Paris we flew with Easy Jet and did not know when to ask for a wheelchair for her or how that worked but on the way home, we flew British Airways and asked right at the check in for a wheelchair for her.  After a bit of confusion (language barrier issues), we finally got a wheelchair.  What I didn’t know was that she was going to have someone else push her in the wheelchair through the airport.  I had been holding onto all of her important documents during the weekend (BritRail pass, passport, etc) so I made sure to stay with her at the airport and carried her crutches.

While going through the airport, we were able to skip every line imaginable.  The woman opened up the line and we just strolled on past and through security and customs like it was nothing.  Once we were at our terminal and about to board, another woman came up to wheel Rachel out to the plane.  We thought that it would just be through the little walkway to the plane, however, passengers had to board the plane from the tarmac so instead, we went through the back ways where all of the employees were and into a metal box (I really can’t think of a different way to describe it).  We had no idea what was really going on until we started lowering down onto the ground.  Well, actually, onto a truck.  A man then drove us across the runways to where our plane was, which was incredibly awesome.  The box then lifted us back up and we boarded the plane from the front door.  This was one of the most exciting parts of the weekend.  We were like little kids, laughing goofy the entire time we were in this truck.  When we boarded the plane, we realized that they waited to board everyone else until we were safely on board, which was even more hilarious to us because our flight then left 15 minutes late.

The flight itself was great too.  The British Airways flight attendants were very happy and nice.  We received complimentary apple juice and cookies which added to our happy child-like behavior as we excitedly looked out the window during takeoff.

Once we reached Heathrow, there was a man with a wheelchair waiting for us right outside the plane.  He then took us right past the line at customs, which was awesome because the actual line was quite long, and we strolled on.  Since Heathrow is so big, we had to take a train to even get to where the arrivals and customs were, which the man happily took us through.  He even brought us right where the Heathrow Express train that we needed to take into London would pick us up.  Talk about door to door service.  It was one of the funniest moments of our time here, especially since Rachel had been walking around Paris all weekend.  Now, don’t get me wrong, she really did need the wheelchair.  Since we had walked so much her knee was getting stiff and swollen and those airports are huge.  We just felt like celebrities as we didn’t have to wait in any lines and everyone was extra nice and helpful.  If you are ever traveling injured, make sure to let the airline know because they will make sure you get the royal treatment.

Since we’ve been here, I don’t think that many of us, if any, and definitely not myself, have experienced any sense of “culture shock”.  This past weekend however, seven of us went to Paris and Versailles in France and definitely experienced culture shock at its finest.  This weekend was the first time that any of us had gone to a country that did not have English as its primary language.  We actually decided to go to the place where many people refused to speak English and had a group making sure people did not speak it, making it much more difficult to navigate around the city.

Something we have been very good at taking advantage of are the free tours that are offered in many countries.  We did one in Edinburgh, Dublin and now Paris as well.  These tours give a great layout of the city, touching on many of the main places, allowing us to be able to later navigate ourselves around.  Our tour guide also gave us a lot of helpful hints like which museums would be free to us and where are good photo taking opportunities.  He also knew a lot of random facts about the city that were very interesting to know.  Such as if there is a statue of someone on a horse and the horses’ front left hoof is up and back right hoof is up it means that the person riding the horse died of unnatural causes.  Whereas if both of the front hooves are raised it means the person died heroically in battle.

On the tour we started at St. Michael’s Cathedral, went past Notre Dame to The Louvre where we saw the “invisible” pyramids and the very UNimpressive Mona Lisa, then the hugely symmetrical garden outside the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe which is at the end of the most famous street in Paris, the Champs Elysees, and surrounded by the most dangerous round-a-bout, and of course, The Eiffel Tower.  We learned more fun facts along the way, such as the faces carved in The Pont Neuf bridge is from a very drunken night King Louis XIV had with his closest friends.  He had an artist draw all of the faces of his friends towards the end of the night and when he saw them the next morning, he thought it would be a fun idea to have all of the faces carved along the bridge forever.  Many of the faces are quite a sight to see and are very hilarious.  Our tour guide referred to them as the first Facebook tagged pictures.

Since we did the tour on Friday, we were able to get ourselves orientated with the town from the beginning.  After seeing the Arc de Triomphe, we took a rickshaw to the Eiffel Tower, going around the crazy dangerous round-a-bout along the way that has a car crash once every seventeen minutes.  Once at the Eiffel Tower, it was a sight to see.  We went up to the top the next night and, of course, it was snowing.  As cold as it was, it was awesome to see and be at the very top of the tower, 281m in the air.  Though we couldn’t see too far in the distance because of the whiteness, it was still definitely worth it.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of Versailles. Since it was so cold, we toured the palace instead of the gardens but afterwards went and ventured through the gardens.  They were quite beautiful there and the whole estate is incredibly huge.  I can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to see in the summer when all of the fountains were flowing and gardens were blooming.  Next time I head to Paris, it will have to be in the summer.  The trip was still great though because we were able to see everything and learn about all of the King Louis’ and their history as well as the history of the palace and its expansion throughout the years of the kings.

Norte Dame is another place that I would highly recommend to anyone to go and visit.  We saw it many times on our way to and from our hostel, but on Sunday morning we went to a mass at Notre Dame and saw the beautiful stain glass windows all around.  The mass was in French so we couldn’t understand too much of the homily but since it was a Catholic mass, I could follow most of what was happening.

The language barrier was very difficult at times, though having a bigger group of us did help because we could try to decipher what was written or being said.  One of the hardest parts of the language barrier for me, personally, was when it came to ordering food.  Most of the places had menus only in French, and the French did not like it when Americans wanted them to translate things for them, so trying to figure out what to eat was a bit of a project at times.  A lot of places that were more fast food like did have pictures up in the windows which allowed us to at least see what we would be getting and try to figure out what might be on it.  At one cafe we stopped at for lunch after our tour, Zach was trying to ask for the check and instead ordered a 8.50 euro dessert.  That just goes to show how difficult the language barrier can be.  One of the most successful places we found to eat was at a little crepes shop just down the road from our hostel.  Crepes in France are significantly better than anywhere else in the world.  There are all kinds, from sweet Nutella crepes to savory egg, bacon and cheese creeps, as well as crepes with lettuce, tomatoes, eggplant, onions and other toppings we still couldn’t exactly translate.  But everyone was delicious.  Nothing else can compare.

While in Paris, we really did not interact much with the French.  At one point when we needed to ask where a street was located, we spelled it out on a phone, knowing we could never pronounce it correctly, and showed it to a bartender.  He pointed in one direction and then a man sitting at the bar told us the bartender was lying and pointed in the opposite direction.  I suppose we couldn’t be too upset though because I know plenty of people back home who like to mess with those who are lost.  We did finally find our way, but being lost in Paris at night in the cold is never really all that fun.

There was one other instance in which the language barrier really threw us for a loop.  We were on a bus heading from the Eiffel Tower to The Louvre when all of the sudden, the bus driver stopped and announced something to everyone in French.  At that stop, half of the people got off the bus and the other half stayed on.  We exchanged confused looks with each other but had no clue what to do.  I went up to a woman who seemed to be translating for another woman and the bus driver.  After a quick word with the woman, we learned that there was a street that was closed, so the bus would not be making all of the necessary stops, meaning we needed to get off as quickly as possible because we were now going in the wrong direction.  From the stop we hopped off at, we used the maps on the bus stops to figure out where which way we needed to walk.  We would stop at each bus stop, checking to make sure that we were going the right way. Once we hit the river, we were golden.  Anytime you are lost in Paris, just make sure to make it to the river because from there you can find anything.

This weekend was such a blast and better than I ever expected it to be.  I was never really all that excited to go to Paris.  I knew they hated Americans and never really saw the thrill in the Eiffel Tower.  However, after this past weekend, I can honestly say I have fallen in love with the city.  It was so amazing, and though I am glad to be back where English is spoken, I will miss it and do want to go back again one day.

Living in the Ctre, we are on our own for all of our meals except for our Wednesday night common meal.  Eating peanut butter and Nutella is delicious, but does get old pretty quickly, especially when that’s our go to food for weekend trips. So lately, I have been experimenting with new recipes to try out.

This weekend we did a few day trips around England, but we mostly stayed in Cambridge, so it was a great weekend to try out some new ideas.  On Sunday I decided to season and bake a chicken breast, season some mushrooms, and when the chicken was done, cover it in mushrooms and shredded cheese, and put it back in the oven, just long enough to melt the cheese.  Meanwhile, I also made fettuccini noodles and put them in a pan with oil, garlic, mushrooms, cheddar and parmesan cheeses.  Once everything was completed, I took a bite into a meal that made me more proud of myself than I have ever been.

Being on your own really forces you to learn how to fend for yourself.  You have to go shopping to get the ingredients you need and make sure you always have food, but keeping in mind that unlike back home, food goes bad much more quickly here.  They do not use as many preservatives in their foods like we do so we end up going grocery shopping more or less every week.

Luckily for us, we have a variety of places we can shop at.  We can go to Aldi, Tesco which is the equivalent to Walmart at home, Sansbury which is like any other grocery store, and the market.  The market has all kinds of different fruits, vegetables and breads.  Another great meal that I have discovered and am in love with is getting ciabatta bread from the market, then putting fresh mozzarella cheese, pesto, tomatoes and avocados.  It is an amazingly delicious sandwich that is pretty healthy as well.

Its fun to learn to make new recipes from online and from other people in the house.  Though we all came from Valpo, we all have different techniques and ways we learned to cook certain foods, and some of us, didn’t even know how to cook at all before we came, so being here and having to was really a huge change.  Of course a few of us knew that Mac n’ Cheese wasn’t available and brought it with us for an quick and easy dinner, a couple boxes and Kraft doesn’t last long.  Living in the Centre has been a great transition to get me ready to live on my own next year and now I have a new great new recipes to bring back to the States with me in three months.

So as I’ve probably mentioned before, every Wednesday night two people from the group make an appetizer, main entree, side, dessert and drink for everyone with the budget of £70.  This week, it was my turn with Caiti.  On Monday, instead of cleaning the house, we went to Tesco to buy the ingredients we would need to cook with on Wednesday.  We decided to mix things up a bit and made our common meal have a murder mystery theme to it.  So we went online and bought a 1920’s gangster themed murder mystery.  We started an hour earlier than we usually do because we were not sure how long it would last (common meal normally starts at 6:30 with appetizers, dinner at 7 and we are cleaning up by 7:30-7:45).

We gave everyone their characters and their character’s information by Saturday night so they would have enough time to go and get a proper outfit for the evening.  My character was Lucy Legiano, wife of the New York mob boss, Charlie Legiano, and a New York mobster myself.  Over the weekend, I went to a thrift store and bought a blazer for only £10 and then headed to the market to buy a fedora.  Some characters were in other mobs such as Atlantic City and Chicago’s and some of the girls were flappers.  Because there is only one guy in our group, a few people had to be men, but it seemed to work out very well.

We decided to make bread with oil and parmesan for an appetizer, homemade Confetti Mac n’ Cheese with carrots, peas and chicken for the main meal with salad, and a chocolate éclair cake for dessert, with gin and tonic or gin and juice for drinks (very 1920’s).  We started cooking around 4 and were just finished with everything in time by 5:30.  We made two and a half bags of shells, cut up four full carrots, a bag of peas, six chicken breasts, three bags of salad, and six long rolls of bread for the appetizer as well as a lot of cheese and it made for more than enough food plus leftovers.

As we entered the main common room at 5:30, everyone was dressed in 1920’s attire.  It was exciting to see everyone get their characters and really be into the game.  We had a total of three rounds throughout the evening. The first round was during appetizers.  We each received a clue that gave us information to share with the group as well as information to keep to ourselves to know.  After the second round (after dinner), Zach’s character was shot and killed and it was up to everyone to tell their alibis and figure out for themselves who they believed killed him.  He was able to participate throughout the rest of the game, though he could no longer talk, he was a ghost.  Throughout each of the rounds certain people would go out of the room with another and tell them a private piece of information that no one else would know.  This caused great curiosity throughout the group and by the end, everyone had different thoughts and opinions about who killed him due to what they knew.

In the end, we did finally find out who the killer was and told each other all of the secrets we had learned that others were dying to know about.  It turned out to be a lot of fun and a great night.  The food turned out to be delicious as well, which was very exciting.  Common meal is always one of the best nights of the week because depending on how much people have spent the previous weekend, they might not have that much food lying around the house, so common meal might be the only real main meal for the week.  The leftovers are always a great thing to have to snack on as well throughout the remainder of the week.