Go Girl Go….To France!

Even though I certainly would not have been welcomed in medieval Europe, I still fall in love with the medieval cities every time I visit.

The good thing about traveling, especially, in today’s time- is that it levels the playing field for everyone.

There is no place that is off limits.

It’s really up to you.

Annecy was one of those peaceful treasures that you could only experience once you leave the hustle and bustle of the city. It was about two hours outside of Geneva, and the bus ride over was beautiful. All you saw was green pastures, and farm towns, and then castles, and bridges, and rivers. It was dope, to say the least. No other words to describe it at this point.

I will admit that I had no idea how close European countries were before I took my first visit to Switzerland. Then, I came to think of it like states. Just like I could take a 2 hour plane ride from New York to Chicago, those lucky Europeans could do the same from Paris to Milan to London and back again. Learn your geography, GoGos, that’s one of the most important pieces of advice I could give you when it comes to international travel. If you were anything like me, you crash crammed your way through your geo/world history classes, thinking that none of this would be important to you, anyway, because America was always going to be #1, in your heart or otherwise.

But then I grew up and as much as I love my country, I now understand that there are a lot of beautiful places and people that I will miss out on due to my lack of knowledge about the EU, Algeria, or anything else. LEARN ALWAYS.

That’s what I was thinking about in Annecy. I was really reflective there, and if you couldn’t already tell in my writing- I feel really nostalgic. But, I won’t mess up my street cred by crying or whatever. I just got spring allergies, ya’ll.

My family and I got off the bus in the middle of the town and I didn’t get it. Why were people telling me to come here to visit? It looked like an image from those weird Renaissance festivals that history weirdos or Game of Throne crazies get into. (Hello to my readers, if you happen to be one of those. May the Mother of Dragons live forever- she really is my lady jam.)

But then, I crossed this little bridge into another world.

There were colorful buildings, cobblestone streets, cathedrals, castles. Make sure when you go, you use the opportunity to practice or even learn French. Because Annecy is such a small town, many of the locals there speak French only- they might try broken English if they feel bad for you. There are a ton of street markets and fountains. If you’re an Instagram junkie- you will love it. There are a tons of mountain and man made streams and fountains for you to vogue it out all day long. Personally, the castles were my favorite, though. I felt like a princess. It was even more beautiful because I felt like I could have been just that. I wasn’t being stared at or treated indifferently. I was being talked to, smiled at, and greeted warmly. My mother, sister, and I felt comfortable there. We would have stayed there much longer if I hadn’t lost my wallet and thrown a complete BF. That killed the magic a smidge- let’s not harp.

If you can’t tell, I loved it there. I want every other small town I visit in Europe to be just like that- but, of course, that hasn’t been my experience. Annecy is one of those gems that you pass down to people, and since, I don’t have any kids yet, the memories are all yours, GoGos.

To Annecy with all my love, for making me feel like a princess from all of those stupid fairy tales I read about. You were a story worth reading.

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