Nothing interesting has happened to me within the last month while in Monterey. I do, however, have a particular incident I could share, which stirred up a ruckus during a New Year’s Eve celebration in Paris. While welcoming in the year 2010, huddled up like sardines on the Trocadéro Plaza, my friends and I quickly became uncomfortable. We weren’t troubled by the loud and vibrant fire works exploding behind the Eiffel tower or the lack of space to freely move around. A sea of scowls caused by a band of disrespectful drunks indicated everyone’s discomfort. The vulgar intoxicated men began to inappropriately grope–my friends-, thus ruining the moment. We managed to shuffle out from the mass of people only to find havoc awaiting us. The streets were covered in shattered glass from broken beer bottles, trash (more than usual), a few bodies and even blood. We decided that it would be safer to head back home. The trip back was a never-ending story. All the subway entrances nearby were closed and we had to walk all the way to Champs-Élysées in negative degree weather. It turned outs that only two or so subway lines were operating and hundreds of people were trying to return home. Luckily, my cousin and I got back before the sun was up after having to take multiple forms of public transportation including the bus and a taxi.
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