Vacation is over. I arrived in Paris about 10 days ago and I kicked off my shoes and let myself forget that I had to find an apartment or that I had to start working. Nope, I just let Ashley take me by the hand and show me around the Paris she lived in for two years. In short all we did was walk, watch Arrested Development and eat, eat, eat. Oh dear Lord we ate so much. Our last night was especially gourmand when after having spent €65 eating a 3 course meal with coffee, we headed directly to a bar and ran a €52.80 tab on beer. Empty wallets aside, it was probably our best evening that whole week.
It was just too bad that our bodies really hated themselves that next morning and there was a list of things I’d rather have done than catch a train.
I arrived in Lyon today at around 2 today and found out that the public transportation in Lyon is on strike. I decided to walk to the youth hostel, which turned out to not only be on the other side of town, but required me to walk up the Fourvière hill - definitely not for the faint of heart. Drenched in sweat and my arms and shoulders aching to high heaven, I got my room at the hostel that I’m sharing with 4 other guys, only two of whom I’ve actually run into. In any case, it’s clean, the guests seem friendly and they have wifi and serve beer. Can’t beat that.
A few quick words on Lyon: it’s a very pretty city at it’s heart. It’s not a massive beast that is Paris or London and it seems like a perfect sized place to get around exclusively on a bike. It has this weird mix between stuffy Parisian and laid-back South of France. So far I’m really happy with my choice. I just wish I could have my own place so I can call this place home.
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