7 Types of Tourists

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How are you guys? It’s been a while! For the last two weeks my friend and I have been traveling around Europe and it was amazing. First we visited South Tyrol in Italy, then we spent a few days in Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, and finally we stayed in the city of Munich in Germany. You guys know I love travelling and whenever I’m abroad, I find that there are some types of people that I always see. These tourists include, but are not limited to, the following:

The paparazzi 

I have to start out with one of the classics. Probably the most recognisable tourist stereotype, the paparazzi often move in packs, armed with enormous cameras and selfie sticks. And you always know when the paparazzi have arrived because all of a sudden you’ll see a bolt of lightning but then realise it’s just the flash on their cameras. Really, it’s a bit annoying.  I mean, I understand wanting take a few pictures to remember the trip, in fact I always have my camera with me when I’m away, but if you’ve turned this museum exhibition into a photo shoot you need to stop.

The backpackers

As the name suggests, these types of tourists can be identified by the enormous hiking backpack on their back. Usually these people are young, pretty broke and looking to have an adventure. And I know that these people have memorable experiences because my Dad went interrailing around Europe like 20 years ago and I’m still hearing stories about it.

The Foodie

This is the person who went on holiday for one reason and one reason only: food. And can I just say that I fully respect this decision and this stereotype is heavily based upon my own character. Seriously, when I go abroad all my money’s spent on trying local dishes and going to restaurants. In fact, every single outing I go on will ultimately end up with me eating. Going to the beach? Time to enjoy some ice cream. Visiting the city centre?  More like spend two hours at the food market. I won’t even buy souvenirs to bring home, I’ll just buy more food 🙂 .

The Honeymooners

Don’t even get me started on these two. This is the couple that will turn any place they go to – a park, a beach, a restaurant -into the set of Romeo and Juliet. If I wanted to see a romantic teenage drama, I would’ve have stayed home and watched the Fault In Our Stars. But I don’t, so please could you and your “significant other” go giggle and hold hands somewhere else and stop ruining my view.

The Valentino Vacationer

These types of tourists are a lot like the ‘backpackers’ I mentioned earlier. Except that instead of backpacks, they have prada suitcases and instead of hiking boots, they’re wearing stilettos. These are the type of people you see staying at those 5 star hotels and eating at fancy restaurants while you’re in those touristy souvenir shops trying to find the best value post cards (because if I pay 90c for a post card, and then see the same one being sold somewhere else for 60c, that’s enough to ruin my whole trip).

The “local”

Last week I was on a train in Italy and sitting behind me was this blond American who spent the entire journey talking on his phone (the fact that he was blond is completely irrelevant, but you know some description just adds to the narrative ;)). Now I’m not one to eavesdrop but this guy honestly had the loudest voice and so I was forced to spend two hours listening to Blondie brag about his many traveling exploits, talking about all these countries he’d visited as if he’d lived there his whole life. And honestly these people are so annoying because they will act like they know everything about every country in the world, just because they’ve done a bit of traveling. You know the type.They’ll correct your pronunciation of a foreign word, even though they don’t speak the language themselves. Or they’ll act like a tour guide even if they’ve never been to the place before. And if you’re thinking ‘hey, I don’t know anyone like that’, you are that person.

The Lost Puppy

You will usually see this tourist wandering around holding a map upside down and looking extremely confused. They’re most likely first time travelers and are always asking people around them for directions. Also this person is 100% me ;).

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Well, that’s all I have for you guys today! I’m so sorry my posting schedule has been all over the place while I was travelling, but now that I’m back I promise everything will go back to normal. Let me know in the comments below what type of tourist you are or if you can think of any other types of tourists. Also, don’t forget to like and share this post if you enjoyed reading it, which I hope you did!

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My Holiday in la France!

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So as some of you probably know already, I recently(-ish) spent ten days in la belle France, which is why my posting schedule has been a bit all over the place lately. I say recently-ish because I actually came back about a month ago (and I also just love massacring the English language with my made up words 😉 ).

Anyway, I was meant to post this ages ago, but only just got around to writing it this week. I know what you’re thinking… “How is some sixteen year old who spends

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Here’s a not-so-accurate-but-good-enough-to-give-you-a-vague-idea map of where Navarrenx is.

most of her time surfing the internet sooo busy?” And the answer to that is: I’m not. I just love to procrastinate. Also, it’s likely that you weren’t thinking that at all, but in my mind everyone else is as judgmental as I am.

Moving on… my travels abroad! Back in 2010, my family and I moved to a little medieval village called Navarrenx in the South-West of France. We lived there for a few years, and  moved back to Ireland two summers ago. As we hadn’t returned since, we thought we’d make a trip down, enjoy the sunny weather, eat some baguettes and see how the old town was doing.

 

 

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Enormous stone ramparts built hundreds of years ago surround the village.

Now I’m going to skip over the whole taking-the-plane-slash-renting-a-car part of this trip, but being the pessimist that I am, I did write a whole post about the 10 Things I Hate About Travelling, where I outline the more tedious aspects of travelling in detail. We arrived in Navarrenx on a slightly-overcast Tuesday afternoon. Despite the weather, it’s hard not to be impressed by the 16th century Ramparts that greet you upon your arrival. The town has about 1000 inhabitants and was recently named one of the ‘Plus Beaux Villages de France‘ (i.e. one of the most beautiful villages of France). Navarrenx’s 500 year old stone houses with pointy roofs and shuttered windows certainly don’t disappoint the “quaint french town” stereotype.

Of course, the first thing we did after entering the village was head straight to Carrefour Express – the local supermaket – and buy cheese, baguettes and a personal favourite of mine, cigarettes russes (which literally translates to Russian Cigarettes, but are really just super tasty tuile biscuits).

The next day, like every Wednesday since the 1800s, was Market Day. The Marché is held in the town square next to the Mairie (the town hall) and church, where farmers and artisans from around the area come to sell their goods. Now in general, Navarrenx is a pretty quiet village – and I’m talking ‘they could shoot a zombie movie there’ quiet – but Market days are the one time people make the effort to come out and support the local produce.

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You can find everything at the market from seasonal fruit and veg to cheese, jewelery and woodwork. There’s also the ever popular poissonier, a.k.a. the fishmonger. Let’s just say the aroma of his stand really adds to the ambiance in the town square

 

Now one of the things that takes some getting used to in France – especially inthe countryside – is that businesses have very specific opening hours. Shops have half days on Sundays, are closed on Mondays and have a ‘lunch break’ from 12am-4pm for the rest of the week. Naturally, it’s always a disappointment when you run out of bread for lunch and realise its 12:01am. Luckily, since I’ve left, the Navarrenxians come up with a solution to this problem; vending machines. And not just any vending machines. A pizza vending machine and of course, a baguette vending machine (we are in France after all) serving fresh bread all day long. How great is that?

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The amazing ‘Pizza des Remparts’ vending machine, Ladies and Gentlemen. Fresh Pizza 24/7. Though it is to be noted that you do have to idiotically stand outside the machine for 3 minutes before actually getting each pizza. After the fourth pizza you start to get a bit board.

On Friday, I went to get my hair cut Chez Gizelle, the hairdressers I used to go to when I lived in France. One thing you learn when living in a French village is that there are two businesses that are always incredibly successful and that’s hair salons and pharmacies. I mean if the French President announced that the world was ending, I guarantee that half of the population would go to the pharmacy and quickly purchase as many medicines as possible, while the other half would head to the hair salon to make sure they looked a la mode for the apocalypse. The tiny village of Navarrenx alone has three hair salons and three pharmacies – and they’re always packed. Another, lesser known fact outside of France is that hairdressers are in fact secret intelligence agencies – or in other words, the rendez-vous spot of every gossip within a five mile radius. Seriously, you go in there wanting to get a hair cut and come out knowing that the photographer has a gambling problem, the baker used to work for the C.I.A. and that the mademoiselle across the street may or may not be related to the Queen of England.

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The Pyrenees Mountains (my photography definitely doesn’t do them justice, but hopefully it gives you an idea of how impressive they look)

After spending a few days in the quiet village, I decided to meet up with one of my french friends and take a trip up to the nearest city, Pau. Unlike Navarrenx, the old streets of Pau were filled with people. We walked along the Boulevard des Pyrénées, where as you can guess, we had a great view of the Pyrenees. The mountains were still covered in snow, and my dad and brothers actually went up skiing one weekend during our stay (I didn’t because I tend to avoid doing any form of physical activity). We then walked passed the impressive chateau of King Henri IV  and around the city centre. The weather was lovely and my friend brought me to what was apparently rumoured to be the best ice cream place in town (a.k.a. an ice cream van in the town square). To be fair, she wasn’t completely exaggerating – I bought a litchi, rose and raspberry flavoured sorbet, and she bought a licorice flavoured ice-cream – both were pretty delicious 🙂

So all in all, I have to say the trip was a success. I think because I’d already lived in France so long, the holiday didn’t really have that ‘wow’ factor that comes with discovering someplace new. But I got to see old friends, eat croissants everyday and binge-watch french Netflix, which of course is the really important thing to do when on holiday abroad. In retrospect, it probably would have been a smarter idea to go during the summer time when the local swimming pool’s open and its a bit busier, so remember that if you plan on visiting that part of France. Still, it was a really nice break!

I love traveling and it’s something I really wanted to try and include in my blog as much as possible. Are you guys planning any exciting trips away? Let me know what you guys thought of my first Artsy.Teen.Travels post in the comments below!

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