Ana Starhan Pereira 25/9/2006
Some day in the begging of February of 2006 I went to Paris. It was a time for dream to come truth. After the visit to the Eiffel tower me and my mom went to the so famous Moulin Rouge to watch the show, it was perfect, but not as much perfect as the surprise in the hotel. When I go there a friend of ours was expecting us with a 1L bottle of a authentic French Absinthe, I almost felt like Toulouse, a drink of absinth after the Moulin Rouge. Well, me and Paulo, the friend, drink the bottle till its end, 1/2 L each, I don’t have to say that I was able to green fairy all around, I end up going to the room at 5 am, at 8am we had this programmed tour around Versailles, and I woke up around 6:30 am with a hang up so strong I was thinking my head would blow up. But I went to the palace not saying a word about to my mom, but...when I got there I was feeling really really sick and I manage a vomiting around the so beautiful gardens of Lui, my mom realized what was happening and just stared at me over there leaving my fluids over the bushes and could stop laughing at me and pointing, taking a few pictures. I was really funny after all, even though, I could not enjoy properly my tour around the palace with this vomit bag I had to take inside the palace so I wouldn’t get sick in the furniture. After that we went to the marvelous hill of Montmartre and I healed my terrible hang over at the minute I got there, than I could understand how all those artist manage to be so alive in there, it was just magical.