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First thing we did once in Paris? We got LOST! I know so typical Tourist, imagine carrying suite cases the size of golden retrievers, and about the same weight walking around PARIS! it was amazing! Finally we asked someone for directions and he was super nice, and patient and so cute!!!!
The Hotel was shocking it was TINY as in the two beds were pushed together and thats it no room to move at all! Apparently if you aren't loaded in Paris that is the best accommodation you shall receive.
I was anxious to go take a walk so after leaving our bags my dad and I just began walking! its overwhelming how much there is to see. We went towards SACRED HEART my heart was set on seeing the blessed location.
We encountered a few issues on the way. First of all it was super far from our Hotel. And the way seemed a bit confusing but oh well if you don't get lost in Paris then you really weren't there. and lastly we got surrounded by a band of guys. I know scary! So what happened was that I was so excited to reach the top of Sacred Heart when all of a sudden I feel someone pull on my arm, immediately before I even have a chance to react the guy says "A gift" and he begins tying a string on my arm. My dad is obviously annoyed but two other guys begin tying a string on his arm too. I begin talking to the guy tying my string, and I tell him how I am Mexican, and how much I love Futbol (Soccer for USA readers) and how el CHICHARITO is the BEST! They guy laughs and he seems nice, he finishes tying the string and I say goodbye all of a sudden I hear my dad arguing the guys holding him don't let him go and they want him to pay for the string on both our wrists.
My dad is furious at this point, I feel a slight moment of terror myself but just as I think things will escalate, my new friend tells his band of mischievous delinquents to let us go. Apparently he was a Chicharito fan himself.
We leave and fast, before anyone changes their minds. and my dad starts blaming me for the whole Ordeal, "WHY DID YOU STOP?" I understand why he is frightened I understand how lucky we have been, but still I get pissed that he blames me.
Finally we reach Sacred Heart and I forget any bad thing that happened or could have happened. the place feels peaceful and its beautiful. the images, the Blessed Sacrament exposed. We were lucky enough to arrive on time for Mass. Seriously God has me pampered. #blessed
So ended day one of or Paris adventure.
First thing we did once in Paris? We got LOST! I know so typical Tourist, imagine carrying suite cases the size of golden retrievers, and about the same weight walking around PARIS! it was amazing! Finally we asked someone for directions and he was super nice, and patient and so cute!!!!
The Hotel was shocking it was TINY as in the two beds were pushed together and thats it no room to move at all! Apparently if you aren't loaded in Paris that is the best accommodation you shall receive.
I was anxious to go take a walk so after leaving our bags my dad and I just began walking! its overwhelming how much there is to see. We went towards SACRED HEART my heart was set on seeing the blessed location.
We encountered a few issues on the way. First of all it was super far from our Hotel. And the way seemed a bit confusing but oh well if you don't get lost in Paris then you really weren't there. and lastly we got surrounded by a band of guys. I know scary! So what happened was that I was so excited to reach the top of Sacred Heart when all of a sudden I feel someone pull on my arm, immediately before I even have a chance to react the guy says "A gift" and he begins tying a string on my arm. My dad is obviously annoyed but two other guys begin tying a string on his arm too. I begin talking to the guy tying my string, and I tell him how I am Mexican, and how much I love Futbol (Soccer for USA readers) and how el CHICHARITO is the BEST! They guy laughs and he seems nice, he finishes tying the string and I say goodbye all of a sudden I hear my dad arguing the guys holding him don't let him go and they want him to pay for the string on both our wrists.
My dad is furious at this point, I feel a slight moment of terror myself but just as I think things will escalate, my new friend tells his band of mischievous delinquents to let us go. Apparently he was a Chicharito fan himself.
We leave and fast, before anyone changes their minds. and my dad starts blaming me for the whole Ordeal, "WHY DID YOU STOP?" I understand why he is frightened I understand how lucky we have been, but still I get pissed that he blames me.
Finally we reach Sacred Heart and I forget any bad thing that happened or could have happened. the place feels peaceful and its beautiful. the images, the Blessed Sacrament exposed. We were lucky enough to arrive on time for Mass. Seriously God has me pampered. #blessed
So ended day one of or Paris adventure.
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