Sisters & Cousins, Apples & Oranges

I have some amazing news! As in Amazing. As in AMAZING. As in AH-MAZING!

(amazing < Amazing < AMAZING < AH-MAZING) Ok, not that amazing. But Dad says our cousins are coming over for a visit. You see, Dad has these snobby socialite sisters. Top class, and all that jazz. They're triplets. (Yep, Dad only had two years of freedom before his crazy sissies were born.) They know we live in Europe, but they think we're a 'highly established family' that lives in 'high society Paris'. I'm guessing they don't know Luci & I don't go to school or that Dad is a temp. The best is Chiswick. Kay? Oh, or that we travel.) But any who, they have these kids, my cousins. Obviously. That was implied. THEY are actually nice. But the triplets and their children are going to stay over at our 'apartment' in Paris for a week or two.

Dad says once they leave we can all have a spa day at Nice, so the ride should be two hours on a plane. On car, it's about  8 to 9 hours. D: BORING CAR RIDES SUCK! Sorry, I had to. Well they'll be here in a few hours, so I'll update you then.

Ciao for now, Olivia.

Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day, fellow earthlings! ^_^ It's me, Livvie, and I've had so much fun today. Dad brought Luci & I to a small restaurant around the Champs Elysee. Well, that general area. And before you ask, yes Dad did take us to France. Not that Turkey's boring or anything. It's pretty cool there, actually. But who wouldn't want to be in the City of Love on Valentine's Day? (That was a rhetorical question.)

We started our expedition yesterday, in the afternoon. Since it takes a pretty long time to get from Istanbul to Paris, we took a last minute plane to France. I pretty much slept through the whole ride, then woke up at a train station. It was morning already. Most of today was the train ride to Paris. There were no three-seaters, so while I sat next to Luci, Dad was crammed at the back of the train car and  had to sit next to an elderly woman who smelled of cheese. The train finally stopped 20 minutes in, and we were free to roam across the lovely streets of Paris. Dad didn't tell us what restaurant we were going to; he wanted to keep it as a surprise. When I caught a glimpse of the restaurant, my face was ambushed with joy.

A plain, simple hot dog stand! He knew it would remind me of New York. I really miss New York, but come on, who doesn't love Europe? (Once again, rhetorical question.) The hot dogs were much better than those cheap Americans one. If you make something, then let the French try making it. It'll turn out x17 better than yours. Well I had a bacon-wrapped hotdog with loads of ketchup, mustard, onions, relish. You know, the works.

Ciao for now, Olivia

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16 days, eh? Haven't accomplished much. >.< Sorry about that semi-hiatus. Although I'm back (and blonde as ever!). Be aware for more posts. And follow. And comment. Oh, you know the drill. ;) (Oh, and PS, we're in Turkey right now. Istanbul is lovely at this time of year.)

Ciao for now, Olivia.