The day before was a blur of packing and rechecking the list on Eftours.com, and even on the bus ride to the airport I was still in my haze. Then finally as we were boarding the plane with passports in our hands, and a bag full of thirteen hours worth of entertainment, it hits me. I’m going to Europe baby! Europe! My heart races as I feel the blood rush to my face. The plan was to land in London, and hop on another plane that would take us to Germany where our tour would officially begin. One little problem, our departure from Los Angeles and our landing in London both delayed. We ended up missing our flight to Germany. But hey no biggy, a night in London wasn’t such a bad thing. At least that’s what we thought when we were first told about our delay. The real shock came after we were told that even though we didn’t make it on our scheduled flight, our luggage did.
We didn’t do much in London except try to sleep to get adjusted to the time difference. Our flight to Germany the next morning was quick and comfortable and everyone was excited to reunite with their luggage. As our group was exiting the pick up area we came face to face with a rosy little German lady with a giant pink flower raised high above her head. Yes, this was our tour guide for the next eleven days, Bee. We piled into the bus and rode for five hours till we arrived at a castle. We hiked up a beautiful path and turning the corner caught our first glimpse of the majestic structure. And let me tell you, castles really do have something magical about them. I mean this castle was gigantic; it was just amazing to think that these were once homes.
That night we stayed in a cute little hotel and were off to a concentration camp. After the camp we took a bus tour of the town and did a little shopping. We went from Germany to Switzerland to Italy to Austria then back to Germany and finally ended up in Paris, France. Switzerland looked like a scene from a movie. Green was everywhere and the flowers were all in full bloom. It was like a beautiful serene dream and I abruptly woke up from it when we arrived in Venice, Italy. On our way to Venice we stopped at Verona and saw Juliet’s one and only balcony. Italy felt like a wild party with attractive friendly people and music everywhere. I had always wanted to go to the city that floats on top of the water, but on the boat ride I was still taken aback. Austria looked like a painting from its colorful buildings to the mountain backdrop. From Strasbourg, Germany we hopped on a speedy train and in three hours arrived at the home of the Eiffel tower. We ran around in Paris jumping from sight to sight, but the last night was the most memorable. Our trip was coming to an end, but we were determined to end it with a bang. Paris truly is the city of lights. From the tip of the Eiffel Tower the twinkling gleams of the city struck everyone into silence. Within thirty-six hours we would be home, and the passed two weeks would be nothing but a blur of memories. However the memories that were made will last permanently engraved in the story of my life.
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