thunderstorms and yummy food
07.05.2009 - 10.05.2009 10 °C
AHHH Lyon. What a beautiful city. Of course we were not able to fully appreciate its beauty when we were first arrived for several different reasons. First of all, it was night time so we could not really see much at the time. Secondly, it was raining and when we left Freiberg it was like 25 degrees. Thirdly, the hostel we were staying at had horrible directions so were lost until we met some random Australian also trying to find the hostel (but he had a map dun dun dun). The main sticking point for us not really enjoying Lyon that first night, however, was the massive mountain we had to climb to get to the hostel. Ok, so it really wasn't a mountain, but when you are carrying a 16 kg backpack up this massive steep hill in the middle of a thunderstorm in a humid town...let's just say when we got to the hostel we really could've used a free beer.
But we couldn't hate Lyon forever. Michaela noticed the awesome view we had from our window once we got to the room. (Of course when she tried to point it out to Breanne, she received a 'does it look like I'm interested in that right now?' and Breanne collapsed on the bed. Touché.) That first night, we hung out in the bar/lobby area and met another Canadian and a Scottish guy. The Canadian we were not so fond of (he was weird and creepy and we thought he was gay but was denying it sooo yeah) but the Scottish guy, Douglas, was awesome! Apparently he was living off nothing in France (he kept overdrawing his account and couldn't figure out why they hadn't frozen it yet) and didn't have a return ticket or a guaranteed place to stay but he wasn't worried because he had clothes and a guitar.
Anyways, the next day we went for a tour of what is known as Vieux Lyon. We decided just to walk and look around and figure out where we were after we had gotten lost. We ended up finding all the sites we wanted to see in this area (the giant Rollerblader statue, the famous EXPENSIVE hotel with the amazing fountain in the square in front of it). It was pretty cool. We also managed to find a cute restaurant to eat in for cheap (OK yes we were about to go eat in Subway and got talked into trying the food in the cafe beside it, but hey, at least we're trying). We shared a delicious salad and a strange but yummy pizza which had a fried egg on it. Michaela of course did not eat the part with the egg.
That night we hung out with the weird Canadian and Douglas. We were going to go out, but it was raining again and nobody felt like getting soaked so we did not go out and get inebriated. (Aren't ya'll proud of us.)
Saturday rolled around and we headed to the Nazi museum (surprise surprise). It was extremely interesting and had lots of information. We would have had a great experience, but the woman working at the front desk was a bitch and it ruined it for us. She was fine when we first walked in because Breanne spoke to her in French, but then we couldn't think of one word to ask a question and she was like 'oh, you speak english?' in a very snotty tone then started being extremely rude about everything. Ugh, at least we're trying.
Anywho, we strolled around Lyon for awhile then went and bought some food and wine for that night. We were planning on going to a club with Douglas called 'Le Fish' which is basically a bar on a boat. Unfortunately, this was the beginning of 'Breanne is very sick and can't do anything' week. We ended up going to bed early and had to say bye to Douglas as we were leaving the next day.
So Sunday rolled around bright and early, but we were ok because we actually got eight hours of sleep and were not hungover (what a nice feeling). We headed over to the train station, jumped on that train and headed to...
Well, you'll have to wait until the next blog for that story.
Love you and miss you all!
Bree and Mick