It was the morning of our fifth day in London. We rode the Tube (London subway) to the train station, boarded the train, and off to Paris we were headed! A few hours later and I was walking the streets of a place I had only dreamed about. It was not like I had imagined, exactly, but it was going to be an amazing experience, I just knew. When we arrived at the hostel, they only had two of our rooms availble, so the (five) guys put their luggage in one room and us (14) girls put ours in the other. That was fun. (Ever had 14 girls AND their luggage all in one tiny 4 person room?) The other fun part was hauling our bags up several flights of marble stairs. :-D Anyways, we freshened up, and then headed out to explore the city.
We took the Metro (Paris underground), knowing we were going to the Eiffel Tower. When we emerged back onto the streets of Paris, we found a spot to stop and go over the rest of the day and get a brief history lesson. Then we headed off, following our instructor Rowan. At this time none of us had asked WHERE the Tower was, and you couldn't see it from where we were. Then we rounded a corner... and our group gave an impressive collective gasp. There she stood. The Iron Lady. Larger and more magnificent than many of us had imagined. It was a breathtaking sight. She stood tall against a backdrop of blue sky and fluffy white clouds.
Now this, this was the place of my dreams.