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Lyon: Bastille Day

Since the last post was so long already, I’m going to tell you about our rendez-vous with a few Lyon natives.

Well we got lost trying to go home. And they said that they knew the way we were going and would lead us there. Little did we know that the French do not know how to read Google Maps because a trip that should have taken 20 minutes ended up taking two hours. On the plus side, we had an amazing time talking to them and walking around Lyon.

Chelsea and I pretty much made a silent pact (again) to hang out with the two good-looking guys in the group. Their names are Remi and Bite (bitte – it’s French slang for “dick/cock/etc”). I swear, his friends called him that. So we did too.

They were wonderful. They said to us, in great English, “We don’t speak English.” When people in America say, “I don’t speak Spanish,” they really mean that they don’t know a word.

We got Remi and Bite’s Facebooks and now we’re eternal friends.

Happy Bastille Day!

Thanks to last night, I didn’t wake up until 1 p.m. However, I did get McDonald’s – so I guess that makes up for it, right?

We brought a picnic (wine, cheese, baguette, meat) and sat down by the Saone for the fireworks. They were the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen in my entire life.

The setting was so surreal. I was sitting alone the Saone River staring at Vieux Lyon and up the hill to the Fourviere. The fireworks went off right above the Fourviere. Literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And there were heart-shaped ones!!

L’amour

Au revoir (for now)

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What the fuck happened tonight. (I wrote that in my Lyon Word Journal at 4:24 a.m. when I got home last night.)

You know what’s great about France? Everything. Their parties are longer, wilder and drunker. Their firemen are hotter. What’s not to love?

Let me just paint you a picture.

First there was a line at the door. Not long enough to defer us from wanting to go inside, but just long enough that we knew we were in the right place for a good time. We got to the door and the “bouncer” was checking girls’ bags. I guess there needs to be some form of security, right? Anyway, one of our girls had a flask in her bag which she “completely forgot about.” Yeah, I said the same thing when I brought a water bottle of Bacardi to my senior homecoming dance. We all told the bouncer to just toss it since it was ruined from putting Apple Pomme soda in it anyway. But he said we had to do that ourselves. Then Chelsea said she was going to “throw it away” which really meant downing it and stashing it next to a tree.

We got in to the building, got stamped and got a free drink coupon. I immediately got drinks. Desperados. Tequila flavored beer. Yep. Then we went out into the little courtyard to dance. It was an outdoor courtyard so it wasn’t like the usual hot and sweaty club. But then it started raining, which was fine. It was just a light drizzle so no one really minded. We danced to French house music and it was awesome.

We went to get more drinks a few more times and just pretended we didn’t understand them when they asked for our drink tickets. Then Leighann got a free drink a whole other way. Creeper guy + drink tickets = accidental kiss? Weird how that happens.

Anyway, then the show began. Four firemen were standing on the roof waving flares. So cool. Then the music started and the stripping began in the windows. It was the most wonderful strip tease I’ve ever gotten. OK, it’s the only real strip tease I’ve ever gotten. And it wasn’t even for me. Boo.

We ended up leaving around 2:30 a.m. since we were all very intoxicated. But somehow didn’t make it home until 4:25 a.m….

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