Travelogue- Day 3 (first post!)

Finally giving in and deciding to make a blog to document my travels! This seems way easier than sending emails/Facebook messages to what feels like a bazillian different people. Plus, it gives me something to do in the wee hours of the morning- seeing as I tend to wake up about an hour and a half before normal people. Wanted to start out by saying sorry for any and all typos that appear here, of which I am sure there will be many. I am typing on an iPad, which is slightly harder that I expected. Ok, so here goes nothing. I am currently in Francey-France, Europe with my good friend Paige, my17 year old brother Peter, and my Dad, Patrick. ( also, I am suuuuper bad at grammar and don't know where commas go...you've been warned). We've been here for 4/3 in my case (I arrived late due to the fact that I left my passport at home and didn't realize it until I was in NYC about to leave for the airport. Dumb, I know). On account of my tardiness, Paige, Dad and Peter had to spend an entire day and night together without me- sorry Paige! I had the keys to our apartment, so they couldn't get in and had to drag their belongings around Paris until they found a hotel. Sorry guys! So, if you can imagine, the four of us traipsing around Paris certain,y must be a sight to see. My father, who is by far the most stereotypical American tourist I or you or anyone knows, is on his first trip to Europe in 25 years. In case you were wondering, yes he is the obnoxious American you cringe at when overseas- refusing to attempt any sort of a French accent, wearing white tennis shoes, an LSU hat and his permanent companion, a Paris guidebook, which he carries with him EVERYWHERE. I have warned him many times that he is a roving target for pickpockets and can I please hold his book for him in my purse???? We have now reached an agreement where I can keep it stowed away until we are sitting down somewhere- as he was reading it while walking down the street previously. Peter, my 17 year old brother, is on his first trip to Europe and beyond excited that he can by alkeeeeehol here. He sees to be down most anything we drag him to do- as long as he can enjoy a beer right before, during or after it. We've only been here a few short days, but it seems like we've done sooo much already. Not too much super touristy stuff- still haven't been to the louvre, orsay or Norte dame, but that is perfectly ok with me. My favorite way to explore a new city is to just walk around and see things. I like to have some sort of game plan- like wanting to peruse a specific street, area or market I've read about, but also love stumbling into new awesome/sometimes frightening places. Thus far, we've been to the Marche aux (or is it les? Can't remember) Puces- an awesome, huge flea market filled with antique furniture, jewelry and loads of other cook nick-nacks. It's huge! We went on a Monday afternoon, but I would love to go on a Saturday, when all of the vendors are there. We also went to the top of the Arc de Triumph (or Try-Umph! As dad says) which has an awesome view of the city and waaaaaay shorter line than the Eiffel tower. Yesterday, dad and Peter went to Versailles, while Paige and I (who have already been on a trip in high school) went on a jog in the tulieries and then walked all around the marais area, les Halles, rue montorgueil and the river bank. Last night we went to the eiffel tower- didn't go up though, and the. A river cruise of the seine- which was FREEZING. It's pretty chilly here. Like low 60s, 50s. Gotta go now, will post back soon with some observations on French people and my experience thus far. Thanks for reading! Will try and post pictures later!! xo, Olivia