I wasn't ready to go to bed yet!
Paris was amazing so far.
We had lunch all twenty-five of us at a restaurant near the hotel. I wasn't a huge pizza fan but I had the best pizza ever. We had a table for girls and a table for guys, that's how we divided ourselves. We basically took up the whole restaurant.
Sarah, Lulu, Asmaa and I went walking down the Champs-Elysees already, just window shopping, for me that is. Everything here was gorgeous, the bags, the jewelry, everything! I wished I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted.
We then went back to the hotel to rest and meet up again in the lobby for dinner at a restaurant next door.
I didn't want to rest, but I was so exhausted that Lulu had to wake me up to go to dinner, which was pizza again but I didn't mind.
"Ilsa3a cham bng3ad bacher?" I asked Lulu as I slipped inside the bed. I couldn't believe we were going to the Louvre tomorrow.
"8:30 yallah yamdeena," she said. I groaned.
"Intay tgoumeen awal dam inich nagaitay ilfrash," I told her. She groaned.
"Ubai tara mafeeni ilnom," I told her. I'd already slept the whole afternoon.
"Shasaweelech?" she said as she slipped in her bed.
"Khal iyoona Sarah oo Asmaa!" I told her. She smiled and called their room number.
We stayed up until 2 AM chatting, gossiping, and goofing off until we slowly fell asleep. We wasted the whole basket of food and the whole fridge full of chocolate, pringles, nuts, oo kharabee6. I couldn't imagine a more perfect night!
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"Yallah lanit2akhar!" I told Lulu as I fixed my outfit. I wore a heavy wool dress with thick tights, boots, a coat, and a scarf. It was so cold outside and there was some snow. It was a Parisian dream!
I lifted the hair on the sides of my face to the back of my head and applied some light makeup.
Breakfast was buffet-style, apparently Lulu and I were the late ones and had to eat our waffles super fast just to make it on time to get to the bus, which was full by now.
I couldn't wait to get to the Louvre. I wasn't exactly an artist nor did I like to draw or anything, but I loved learning about the stories behind the pieces of art.
I looked outside the window and couldn't get my eyes off the Eiffel tower until it left my sight. My mom was right, I really needed this vacation! The familiar triangle and castle came into view and I knew we had arrived at the Louvre. I couldn't contain my excitement.
After a quick attendance we quickly left the bus and walked to the entrance of the Louvre, the teachers making a headcount first just to double check. My friends and I took pictures, which we spammed a lot of on Instagram. Like bnlawe3 chabd ilnas.
"Let's go, guys," Mr. Dave told us as we followed him.
We finally entered the Louvre, got our tickets, and Mr. Dave began explaining right away, Sarah groaned.
"Yayeen e7na 7ag Dave wala Da Vinci?" she said a bit too loudly and the students laughed.
The Louvre was as amazing as I'd expected, if not more. There were so many beautiful paintings I couldn't keep up with, and I had to run to catch up with the group. Mr. Dave talked about almost everything and no one was even listening, we were going to die.
We finally entered the room where Mona Lisa and the Last Supper were in and I was in awe, it was so surreal! I never expected to see them live. Ever.
It was so crowded that I could barely get to see the Mona Lisa up close and my claustrophobia made it impossible so I took a while to walk out of the room, catching my breath when I left the corridor. I turned around and I couldn't see anyone from our school but Zaid who was waiting outside the room while he was on his phone. I guessed he either didn't like art or came here more than enough in his own vacations.
I decided to wait for the students to finish, but keeping my distance from Zaid as we both waited for them to leave.
My mother sent me a text of her breakfast out with her friends. It was kind of her way of telling me not to worry about her so I smiled and sent her a picture of the Mona Lisa from far away.
I almost didn't realize that our group was leaving the room and I was about to join them but I remembered Zaid warai, who was still scrolling on his phone in boredom and didn't notice our class.
"Zaid?" I called out to him, but he didn't listen with all the people, so I walked to him to tell him we were leaving. Lulu and Sarah called out for me but with the crowd I kind of lost them and told them I'd met them at the exit.
Zaid and I began to walk towards our group who were heading for the exit, but we weren't catching up because of the crowd and because he had a hard time walking with all the people pushing past him.
"Roo7ay sbgeeni," he said as he tried to speed up. He limped while trying to walk slowly and it broke my heart, but I refused to leave him.
"La maykhalif, ilexit 3al yisar 9a7?" I asked him and he nodded.
I slowed down to walk to his pace and we finally reached the escalators towards the exit. The stupid escalators were broken and I knew Zaid was going to have a hard time because he sighed and muttered something under his breath. I could already see the students leaving the exit. Sarah and Lulu signed to me that they'd tell the teachers that Zaid and I were on our way.
"Rou7ay lay'6ay3ounich," he said.
"Mara7 i'6ay3ouni oo 3ndi telifon," I said. "
He smiled softly in appreciation and I automatically smiled back. I felt so bad for what had happened on the plane and even helping him out didn't make up for how bad I'd felt for him.
He limped towards the escalators, which were now high stairs. It was painful watching him climb the stairs, dragging his bad leg up, apologizing to the people who were passing us, and mostly apologizing to me, who was behind him, for stalling us. I kept telling him not to worry but he was still embarrassed when he had absolutely no reason to be.
By the time we got to the exit he took a seat at the bench to gain his breath and I sat next to him; the students and teachers were all waiting for us by the street, away from the exit. They still hadn't seen us.
"Tara 7asbalhum lail7een 9a3deen, tabeen nrayi7 shwaya?" he suggested as he put his cane between his knees.
I nodded.
"Um mashkoura innich mishaitay ma3ai, wallah ma kan la da3i, oo asif ini akhartich," he said, keeping his eyes on the floor.
His words just ripped through me; he didn't need to feel ashamed.
"Please ma la da3i itishakar. Nisait atshakar minik 3ala ili 9ar bl 6ayara, wallah tara 7ail sorry," I apologized back.
He chuckled. "Bl 3aks, sawaiteeli action bl 6ayara, kint 7ail mtmalil fa mashkoura," he added.
I laughed. I knew he didn't really mean it after what the woman had said about him. It hurt me, but maybe it hurt me more than it hurt him? I really hoped so.
"Yallah?" he asked. I nodded.
He opened the door of the exit for me and we made sure to go separate ways from each other to the group.
Lulu and Sarah raised their brows and had a lot of questions for me.
I chewed on my lip as we waited for the bus then decided to explain to them why I was helping him out.
"Oh," Lulu just said, and Sarah was silent. It was a mistake telling them, maybe.
"Inzain Niyoh tara deeray balich l2ana some people ehni y7iboon yf'6i7oun oo y2alfoun isha3at fa I'd be careful," she said.
"Bas mabaina shay? Ya3ni bas ga3da amshi yama, oo manitkalam. Bas ga3da asa3da," I said.
"Ana gelt ana ili ba6ali3 isha3at?" Sarah said, defensive. "Besides, wayid banat mayteen 3alaih fa yeah, be careful," she said again.
"Wayid banat mayteen 3alaih bas ma7ad yabi yamshi ma3a?" I asked, confused.
"L2ana they don't want to deal with the reality, bas yaboon flousa oo wayha wala '3air hatha bye bye," Lulu explained.
I rolled my eyes.
"Ubai mshtahya macaroons!" Sarah suddenly said as we got on the bus. Lulu agreed and I was super glad we changed the subject.
Plus they made me really crave caramel macaroons.
***
twitter: @cashmerepoison
Paris was amazing so far.
We had lunch all twenty-five of us at a restaurant near the hotel. I wasn't a huge pizza fan but I had the best pizza ever. We had a table for girls and a table for guys, that's how we divided ourselves. We basically took up the whole restaurant.
Sarah, Lulu, Asmaa and I went walking down the Champs-Elysees already, just window shopping, for me that is. Everything here was gorgeous, the bags, the jewelry, everything! I wished I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted.
We then went back to the hotel to rest and meet up again in the lobby for dinner at a restaurant next door.
I didn't want to rest, but I was so exhausted that Lulu had to wake me up to go to dinner, which was pizza again but I didn't mind.
"Ilsa3a cham bng3ad bacher?" I asked Lulu as I slipped inside the bed. I couldn't believe we were going to the Louvre tomorrow.
"8:30 yallah yamdeena," she said. I groaned.
"Intay tgoumeen awal dam inich nagaitay ilfrash," I told her. She groaned.
"Ubai tara mafeeni ilnom," I told her. I'd already slept the whole afternoon.
"Shasaweelech?" she said as she slipped in her bed.
"Khal iyoona Sarah oo Asmaa!" I told her. She smiled and called their room number.
We stayed up until 2 AM chatting, gossiping, and goofing off until we slowly fell asleep. We wasted the whole basket of food and the whole fridge full of chocolate, pringles, nuts, oo kharabee6. I couldn't imagine a more perfect night!
/
"Yallah lanit2akhar!" I told Lulu as I fixed my outfit. I wore a heavy wool dress with thick tights, boots, a coat, and a scarf. It was so cold outside and there was some snow. It was a Parisian dream!
I lifted the hair on the sides of my face to the back of my head and applied some light makeup.
Breakfast was buffet-style, apparently Lulu and I were the late ones and had to eat our waffles super fast just to make it on time to get to the bus, which was full by now.
I couldn't wait to get to the Louvre. I wasn't exactly an artist nor did I like to draw or anything, but I loved learning about the stories behind the pieces of art.
I looked outside the window and couldn't get my eyes off the Eiffel tower until it left my sight. My mom was right, I really needed this vacation! The familiar triangle and castle came into view and I knew we had arrived at the Louvre. I couldn't contain my excitement.
After a quick attendance we quickly left the bus and walked to the entrance of the Louvre, the teachers making a headcount first just to double check. My friends and I took pictures, which we spammed a lot of on Instagram. Like bnlawe3 chabd ilnas.
"Let's go, guys," Mr. Dave told us as we followed him.
We finally entered the Louvre, got our tickets, and Mr. Dave began explaining right away, Sarah groaned.
"Yayeen e7na 7ag Dave wala Da Vinci?" she said a bit too loudly and the students laughed.
The Louvre was as amazing as I'd expected, if not more. There were so many beautiful paintings I couldn't keep up with, and I had to run to catch up with the group. Mr. Dave talked about almost everything and no one was even listening, we were going to die.
We finally entered the room where Mona Lisa and the Last Supper were in and I was in awe, it was so surreal! I never expected to see them live. Ever.
It was so crowded that I could barely get to see the Mona Lisa up close and my claustrophobia made it impossible so I took a while to walk out of the room, catching my breath when I left the corridor. I turned around and I couldn't see anyone from our school but Zaid who was waiting outside the room while he was on his phone. I guessed he either didn't like art or came here more than enough in his own vacations.
I decided to wait for the students to finish, but keeping my distance from Zaid as we both waited for them to leave.
My mother sent me a text of her breakfast out with her friends. It was kind of her way of telling me not to worry about her so I smiled and sent her a picture of the Mona Lisa from far away.
I almost didn't realize that our group was leaving the room and I was about to join them but I remembered Zaid warai, who was still scrolling on his phone in boredom and didn't notice our class.
"Zaid?" I called out to him, but he didn't listen with all the people, so I walked to him to tell him we were leaving. Lulu and Sarah called out for me but with the crowd I kind of lost them and told them I'd met them at the exit.
Zaid and I began to walk towards our group who were heading for the exit, but we weren't catching up because of the crowd and because he had a hard time walking with all the people pushing past him.
"Roo7ay sbgeeni," he said as he tried to speed up. He limped while trying to walk slowly and it broke my heart, but I refused to leave him.
"La maykhalif, ilexit 3al yisar 9a7?" I asked him and he nodded.
I slowed down to walk to his pace and we finally reached the escalators towards the exit. The stupid escalators were broken and I knew Zaid was going to have a hard time because he sighed and muttered something under his breath. I could already see the students leaving the exit. Sarah and Lulu signed to me that they'd tell the teachers that Zaid and I were on our way.
"Rou7ay lay'6ay3ounich," he said.
"Mara7 i'6ay3ouni oo 3ndi telifon," I said. "
He smiled softly in appreciation and I automatically smiled back. I felt so bad for what had happened on the plane and even helping him out didn't make up for how bad I'd felt for him.
He limped towards the escalators, which were now high stairs. It was painful watching him climb the stairs, dragging his bad leg up, apologizing to the people who were passing us, and mostly apologizing to me, who was behind him, for stalling us. I kept telling him not to worry but he was still embarrassed when he had absolutely no reason to be.
By the time we got to the exit he took a seat at the bench to gain his breath and I sat next to him; the students and teachers were all waiting for us by the street, away from the exit. They still hadn't seen us.
"Tara 7asbalhum lail7een 9a3deen, tabeen nrayi7 shwaya?" he suggested as he put his cane between his knees.
I nodded.
"Um mashkoura innich mishaitay ma3ai, wallah ma kan la da3i, oo asif ini akhartich," he said, keeping his eyes on the floor.
His words just ripped through me; he didn't need to feel ashamed.
"Please ma la da3i itishakar. Nisait atshakar minik 3ala ili 9ar bl 6ayara, wallah tara 7ail sorry," I apologized back.
He chuckled. "Bl 3aks, sawaiteeli action bl 6ayara, kint 7ail mtmalil fa mashkoura," he added.
I laughed. I knew he didn't really mean it after what the woman had said about him. It hurt me, but maybe it hurt me more than it hurt him? I really hoped so.
"Yallah?" he asked. I nodded.
He opened the door of the exit for me and we made sure to go separate ways from each other to the group.
Lulu and Sarah raised their brows and had a lot of questions for me.
I chewed on my lip as we waited for the bus then decided to explain to them why I was helping him out.
"Oh," Lulu just said, and Sarah was silent. It was a mistake telling them, maybe.
"Inzain Niyoh tara deeray balich l2ana some people ehni y7iboon yf'6i7oun oo y2alfoun isha3at fa I'd be careful," she said.
"Bas mabaina shay? Ya3ni bas ga3da amshi yama, oo manitkalam. Bas ga3da asa3da," I said.
"Ana gelt ana ili ba6ali3 isha3at?" Sarah said, defensive. "Besides, wayid banat mayteen 3alaih fa yeah, be careful," she said again.
"Wayid banat mayteen 3alaih bas ma7ad yabi yamshi ma3a?" I asked, confused.
"L2ana they don't want to deal with the reality, bas yaboon flousa oo wayha wala '3air hatha bye bye," Lulu explained.
I rolled my eyes.
"Ubai mshtahya macaroons!" Sarah suddenly said as we got on the bus. Lulu agreed and I was super glad we changed the subject.
Plus they made me really crave caramel macaroons.
***
twitter: @cashmerepoison
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