Day 13, 14, 15: Paris

I like start off by thanking everyone of for their support, God opened His arms and really just surounded and protected me, and one true verse that came out to me is that he allows me to endure only what I can handle. I truly felt blessed to have such great friends at home sharing life with me.

So yes, thanks everyone in Toronto. BTW, i haven't been able to shop or find anything worth buying... Ames, I think you know be best in vacation, I just can't make up my mind to spend money in something I'm not sure about.

So here's a summary of the past few days.

The 13th day, from Salzburg to Paris was one of the most difficult days on my trip. I was feeling crappy, and i was having difficultly walking as kids, friends and family... I've learned yet another VERY important lesson... eat your veggies, get your rest, and don't push yourself too hard.... because sitting and walking has become increasing difficult due to this new developed "injury". So during the day, the trip felt really long, and I didn't do much in Salzburg. I found a place that had some good old comfort food, eggs and ham, and then took off for Paris.

Along the entire way, it was very difficult to find liquids, washrooms, and worst yet, pharmacy, as I wanted to get some medicine to help with the injury caused by me not taking good care of myself.

So by 7 or 8 I was in Paris, and man, trip from the Airport was my hostel was also heck. I kept walking and trying to find a pharmacy, only each time to walk and find different places that didn't exist or was close. Increasingly, I felt as if this was something that was really going to push me to test my patient as I was wearing thin. Yeah, not to mention, FRED, this Montmartre was a bad neiborough at night. Me being not very mobile, with a heavy pack, and in a foregin area, I really depened on God's grace to guide me. And as he did, did my reliance on him grew.

So the next day, iw as totally unsure if i was going to be in any mood to get out. However, the travisty of the hostel s terrifying. Tolets with no sink, shower with out a working drain. It was a nightmare almost, and not to mentiona 2am curfew. So I ended up going to bed at 10, and waking up the next morning somewhat refresh. God didn't answer my prayer that day by healing me of my wounds, but he made it livable, and life was getting much better as I was beginning to feel excited about being in Paris.

Day 14:
As I made my walk down towards Norte Dame, I decided to go tot he Louve instead remembering the long line ups. Was appauld how amazing the view was, and even paid to go in. But it just wasn't the same without Trudy, she's definitely the first person I'll call if I ever decided to look at renesance art. Dinner included for her time and trouble ;)

But yes, I did get to make some obervation in the art work, and I didn't like how artist are all mixed up in a room, very difficult to try and understand what was going on. And the worst was that there were no one to ask question or make dumb comments, and every sign was in French.

So off to Norte Dame, and saw some nice crowed lines. So i didn't go in, but had a nice wonderfully made crepe with Nutella... it was good!

Then off to the Arc du Trimph, where I met this tall German, Constantin, he spoke English well, and we ended up hanging out for most of the day afterwards, and even hung out the next day. It was nice how God provided a male friend along the trip instead of female friends, I was starting to think that I subconsciencely looked for girls to be friends.

Anyway, Day 2 in paris was great, ended off the day looking at the Elife Tower looking at the night sky. Beautiful. I'll update this later. Got to go