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Monday, November 4, 2013

Of Paris!

For blogging at this hour, I have not found any good excuse for this.

Hence, this is really an intended post, fresh from the office.

Today is Monday and surprisingly it doesn’t feel like one. There’s no draggy numbness or any other synonym for it. Wanna know why?

Because tomorrow is an off-day people.

There’s a slight funny in the way of people’s thinking actually. Mostly, it revolves around expectation and when you know what’s in the future is good, then you feel excited about it. That’s one or two points I’ve collected from my previous reading. It’s a good read, that one but I’m not very sure the title of the book.

But that’s not really the point I wanna write about.

During one of my trips to the toilet this morning, I realized that I haven’t convey much of my experience during the last trip.

I went to Europe people!

I think that I was very much overwhelmed by the excitement and incredulity until none of my drafts seem good enough to represent, let alone reveal my true feelings. Hence, the delay.

There were few cities all together. The chill air awaits me as I stepped outside from Heathrow Airport. It was very cold (at least, for me) and they call that summer. The wind blew softly against my face and right there and then I felt like kneeling down and wanted to cry.

“This is London baby!” – I told myself quietly.

If you knew me long enough, then you would know, for me, that London is not just a place for a visit, it’s so much more than that. basically, that city summarized partial of my childhood dreams, thanks to Cinta Antara Benua and Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayengge that I have this one solid dream to focus on and work on. I always thought it would take me longer to reach there but it was proven otherwise. Alhamdulillah..

From London, I took bus to Warwick where I would meet my darling sister and stayed there for a few days before we started off hour journey to explore Europe and discover of what it has to offer. We visited quite a few places nearby namely Birmingham and Oxford. It was good to walk along the quiet road in warwick alone since my sisters had to attend a few more classes and exams for the next 2 days or so.

From Warwick, off we went to London to catch our train to Paris. Phew!

Paris, here I come!

One of the main apparent reasons why I am so fond of Paris is due to the fact that I learnt that subject back in high school. Academically speaking, in terms of that subject, I was quite good. I enjoy the subject very much and looking forward for the classes. I wish I could say the same for the rest but well, i rest the case. I still remember how we used to sing French songs and watched movies. That, I enjoyed the most particularly.

After 3 long hours, we arrived at Paris and I was like,

Wow! Paris!

We walked straight to our hotel and with rusty French, I tried my best to converse in the local’s language, asking for directions. My sister stood there, blinking her eyes more than usual and raising her eyebrows when the locals actually understood what I was saying.

Not bad, I thought to myself.

Frankly speaking, the road naming in France was very hard to decipher. Like, really. We pushed and pulled our trolley bags around for almost one hour before approaching the motel’s doorstep. Our room was petite and very cute.

It was drizzle and scotch mist all around, the day we took long stroll along Paris. The road was slippery but that was not an excuse for tourists to walk around the city. My sister and I included. Let me tell you a bit of her. She’s different from me. Instead of walking, she prefers sight-seeing from the rooftop of the tour-bus which I am obviously against to. So I dragged her along to walk with me, looking at me sipping the hot steaming coffee/cappuccino. We had one of the best nutella crepes there, overlooking Eiffel Tower. There were a few kids running around, laughing. There was a couple with the little infant. If I were to freeze that moment for a while, that molded very beautiful memory and insyaAllah I will never let it slips from my mind. It’s one of a token that I should remember how wonderful Allah has been for me and my sister, and for us to be grateful.

In Paris, we’ve seen countless if (nude/half naked) paintings, and there was a point when I looked at my sister and said,

I don’t enjoy looking at half-naked guys these women with weird boobs anymore.

And then, we browsed through cafes and coffee shops for a quick caffeine consumption, basically it’s for me since my sister is juice of a person.

What else to tell?

Oh, the food. If you plan to visit Paris sometime in the future, Laduree is a must to go to! They serve like the best macaroons in town and I am glad my sister insisted and tricked me to go there. It was a blessing in disguise.


All in all, the trip to Paris was indeed a fun and memorable. I remember how both of us glued to the pavement the moment we turned around and saw those beautiful glinting colors of Eiffel Tower. I did shed tears right there and then, seeing the Eiffel that I used only see in the postcards, pictures and that more often than not my desktop background  standing so tall right in front of my bare eyes.  

there's always more than meets the eyes.