tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177258322009-03-01T21:01:49.022-08:00Lizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682131466419379114noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17725832.post-1129043635699964802005-10-11T08:13:00.000-07:002005-10-13T07:41:44.186-07:00We had finally made it. Finally. <br /><br />8 trains, an (overpriced) taxi, and a bus later, my sister and I had finally made it to Monaco. We'd left from Florence, Italy at 5 the day before, and 16 hours later...there it was.<br /><br />When we stepped off the train, I breathed out a sigh of relief and breathed in a mouthful of sea air. Monaco is one of the richest countries in the world, and it showed: all the houses were immaculate, the cars, new, and the people, dressed in designer duds. I found myself wondering what a poor "Monican" would look like. <br /><br />I pushed those thoughts out of my head and focused on our real destination: The Musee Oceanographique de Monaco, or the Oceanographic Museum of Monaco. After hearing great things about the exhibit, my nature-savvy sister and I decided to take a little detour to Monaco to see the museum. <br /><br />The detour was definitely worth our while. The mountainous community that wound down to the ocean, the harbor with ridiculously expensive yachts, and especially the Musee de Oceanographique. <br /><br />Watch a video of the sea life at the Musee Oceanographique de Monaco.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.scripps.ohiou.edu/news/real/2005-2006/gray.mov">Click HERE to watch</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17725832-112904363569996480?l=lizstudyabroad.blogspot.com'/></div>Lizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13682131466419379114noreply@blogger.com0