Annamae Beeler Sax - “Halfway There: Making the Most of the Time I Have”


Annamae Beeler Sax

Annamae Sax is a double major in Creative Writing with a focus in Poetry and Gender and Women's studies (specialising in Queer and Trans Studies) who is traveling from Tucson, Arizona to Maynooth, Ireland. When she's not in class or stuck in a book, she loves to act, hike, and explore the world with her friends.

Arriving in Paris late at night sounds very glamorous, unless you’ve been on a bus for almost twelve hours with twenty-something other students all dying for food and a shower. However, we didn’t have time for that as we checked into our hostel as fast as possible and caught the metro to the Eiffel Tower to see the eleven o’clock light show. We all got crepes and watched the tower light up, then went back to get some much-needed sleep before the big day ahead of us. The morning of Halloween dawned bright and cold, and we got started on our walking tour right away, making our way past the Notre Dame, the tower, and ending at the Louvre. Once we split off for free time, we went to the Louvre first. (Spoiler alert: the Mona Lisa is beautiful, but kind of small and underwhelming in person. Sorry.) Then we went to Champs-Élysées, the main shopping area, to walk around and shop a bit. We went back early to get ready for Halloween and head out for the Paris pub crawl, filled with crazy costumes and strobe lights, all led by an insanely tall wizard with a staff who herded us from pub to pub. The next day was dedicated to Versailles and its many lush, detailed rooms and vast gardens. Then it was time to load up and begin our drive to Amsterdam.


Eiffel Tower in Paris

We got to our Amsterdam hostel that night, and we tucked in so we could get an early start the next day. Our tour guide was incredible, taking us on the metro to see the heart of the city: the canals, the shops, the monuments to World War Two, the Red Light district, and then to a cheese tasting. Amsterdam was easily my favorite city; it was so welcoming and had an endless amount of stuff to do. Over the span of our two days there, we took pictures with the IAmsterdam sign, went on a boat tour, went to the Van Gogh museum, visited Anne Frank’s house and got our own copies of her diary. I even found time to get a tattoo of a tulip, Amsterdam’s flower, and had some bulbs sent home to my mother, red and yellow striped like the ones on my arm.


Amsterdam Canal River