Bastille Day

14th July is a VERY big day here, in France.
(For more information check Wikipedia here ).
Since last year I completely failed with the celebration...

Here's a brief summary of the 14th July, 2011:

A long and hard day at work, Disneyland. Selling popcorns, ice cream, sodas... The sun's burning, there's like a million of people. After work I go to change and meet my ex-boyfriend. He complains about me being late and blah blah. We arrive late for the fireworks. I'm annoyed, he's annoyed, we have a beer and go home. Still angry at each other. The next morning work again.


... this year I wanted to succeed!
By succeed I mean at least to get to see the famous fireworks next to the Eiffel.
So, I woke up pretty early in the morning because of my boyfriend's extraordinary work schedule where he has to work when nobody else in the whole France (63 460 000 people) work. After he left I did nothing... nothing... nothing till 8 in the evening. Then he came back home with another friend and they both took me to the center. The train broke down on the way, the next one was so crowded that we felt like sardines in the tin. Fortunately, we reached the destination and following the crowd we arrived at the Champs de Mars. There we succeeded to cheat the police saying we didn't have any alcohol (lol, we had a bottle of wine and a beer! So naughty). Then we waited for over two hours. And then the show started.

It was  B R E A T H T A K I N G !!!

However, the MOST literally breathtaking thing was getting home. You should have seen the crowds... At some moments I thought I was going to die, or at least to faint, cause having no air in the train IS an extreme case. It took several hours, but finally, luckily and fortunately I was home, in my bed, under my warm and cozy sheets having some sweet sweet dreams...