My adventure started June 18th 2009. I met my friends from French Class outside of our school early afternoon. We were all prepared for the biggest trip any of us had ever taken- a trip to Paris, France, followed by an excursion to London! We could feel the excitement of it all building up and finally ringing through the air like a thousand silver bells as we said our final farewells and departed for the airport.
Our flight had been delayed. We sat in the airport for hours, waiting for a storm to blow over at our first stop, Newark, New Jersey. At last the plane had arrived and we were on our way!
After our stop in New Jersey, we boarded a second plane that would take us to France. Paris was only 7 hours away now, and it was obvious that no one wanted to wait any longer. The hours seemed to drone on and on (sort of like a high school teacher!) but after those long, dreadful hours had passed, the pilot announced that we would be in France soon. The view out of the window was amazing. The city seemed huge to me, and I was ready to see it all.
Our adventure began that same day. We walked the streets of Paris, getting a feel for our surroundings. Every little thing seemed incredibly fascinating. I had met a girl who was on the trip with me, and she was my best friend while we were there. We were inseperable from the moment we met, and now we had an entire country to explore together. I had other friends too, of course, but the two I were closest to made the experience much more memorable.
Paris was gorgeous. Le Tour Eiffel, L’Arc de Triomphe, le Louvre, everything was magnificent in its own ways. And we were lucky enough to see it all.
Time went by so fast. Already, days had gone by, and our departure was coming up more quickly than ever imagined. Many things happened in Paris, many things that I will remember forever. There were times that I was afraid, but my friends were there with me through it all. There are so many wonderful things in Paris, it would be impossible to fit all of it into one essay.
Soon, Paris was gone. The countryside in France is beautiful, by the way. I saw it from a train window on the Eurostar as we sped towards London. A few hours later, we were in England, and the environment had changed. I could understand what people were saying. Well, for the most part.
London was every bit as amazing as Paris. Of course, it was a longer walk to get to town than it had been in France, but every extra step was worth it. The beauty of my surroundings had seemed surreal.
We only had 2 days to spend in London. On the plane, heading home, I realized how much this journey had changed me. I was more mature. And I know now that I want to go back eventually. I want to see the world. I am an open book, and I want my pages to be filled with the stories of my travels, both in my past and in my future.
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