Me... By the Way of Paris - My Family Travels

This summer, I had a wonderful, eye-opening opportunity to see the brilliant city of Paris. Not only did I learn about the culture and history of this city, but I also learned a little bit more about me. Sometimes it takes going far away from home to appreciate the little things around you that are taken for granted.

Our family began our journey early morning on June 27 from our local airport. Three American airports later, we boarded our plane for the long flight. As soon as we set foot on the plane, I knew I was in for a very different experience. First of all, I was shoved out of my comfort zone because English was the not the primary spoken language. Although most of the attendants and passengers on the plane spoke English, French was obviously the dominant language. Speaking English seemed inconvenient, and I felt very out of place.
A long and tiring seven hours later, we arrived at our destination. After the adventure of renting a car, getting lost in the countryside of Paris, and my father forgetting how to drive a stick shift car, we settled into our cozy little resort on the outskirts of the big city. We would continue our Parisian adventure the next day.
The next morning, June 29, we began our day’s activities at a very early seven AM. We started off by hopping on the train to travel into the big city. Within an hour, we took our first step onto a street of downtown Paris. It was absolutely astonishing. It was like seeing a movie come to life. With our mouths wide open, our eyes could not get enough of the beautiful city. Normally, I am not the first to jump on board with the idea of going to a museum, especially one that contains over 3.000 works of art that occupy approximately 1.6 million square feet. However, anyone who spends more than thirty seconds in the Lourve will figure out that it is not your average museum. After spending two hours in the Lourve, we had only covered a fourth of all it had to offer. However, even though the art was all very intriguing, there are only so many paintings and sculptures a person can handle in a single day. Deciding to listen to our growling stomachs, lunch in the park was next.
After fighting off pigeons for my lunch, we made our way to the Arc de Triomphe. After walking up the 284 steps, we experienced a breathtaking view of the city. In such awe by the beauty, I misplaced my foot on the way down and fell down half a flight of stairs. Let us just say the French did not appreciate the horrific scream.
Out of all the sights we encountered, the Eiffel Tower won the award for the most fascinating attraction. The line to go up the tower was very long, but well worth the wait. The view was truly unbelievable. Pictures cannot capture the wonder we experienced. It was like being on top of the world.
This trip and the beauty of all the amazing sights humbled me. The creations of men fused with the creations of God filled me with wonder. I felt so small next to the towering splendor, so young beside the years of history viewed. However, at the same time I felt powerful with the knowledge that I can change history with my own decisions. When I set my mind to it, I can build cities. I can change my world.

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