Easter in France

This post is a little bit out of order on the calendar...but it's a good memory and I don't want to skip over it, even if it's out of place time-wise.

I landed in Paris, France, Easter morning. Spent a few moments on internet at an airport McDonald's (did not buy the food!). Took a bus into the city center and had my first French crepe with berries and chocolate. I had some time to spare before my train ride, so I took a look around. And by that I mean: I took a 40 second elevator ride up to the 56th floor of the tallest building and enjoyed the full panoramic view of the city. Saw the Eiffel Tower, saw Notre Dame, saw some building that my big sis would later inform me is where Napoleon was buried, and read some interesting information about the city that is available for the tourists.

From Paris, I took the Eurorail out to La Rochelle, a port city two hours away. It took me some time to get my bearings of the city and find the youth hostel, but I made it! Dropping my stuff off, I stole away to enjoy a nice, sit down steak dinner. Boy, do I miss steak, and I don't trust the beef in Thailand yet...Afterwards, I was back in a McDonald's and skyping to my brother's droid phone (which is really my phone on loan), and talking to the family. They were all gathered at Aunt Sheryl's house for Easter brunch. I really appreciated getting to say hello to everyone on the holiday. I miss the holiday food, to be sure, but I miss the family time more!

Happy Easter!