Europe Day 1

At the precise moment I am composing this, I sit in the FIAP, an international welcome center for students visiting Paris.


Yep, that’s right. I’m in Paris.

So far, it is grand! The plane ride was long-I watched Tangled, Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and Morning Glory, played a game of solitaire, and slept-and now I am exhausted. Jumping time zones is no fun.

But Paris is : )

Well, at least I think it is. So far, I have ridden a bus halfway around the city while a sort-of-funny tour guide gave commentary. (My favorite thing he said? “My phone is ringing; I hope it’s a woman.”) I have purchased a metro pass, consumed a pretzel (I know, given the plethora of delicious scents filling my nostrils, what would draw me to a pretzel? So many people were in the bakery and I couldn’t see all the options and was standing at the front of the line and I didn’t know how to tell the lady I just needed another minute, and I was so hungry!!), showered, and traipsed around the neighborhood, looking for a grocery store selling bottled water. I then attempted to read the homework I should have done over spring break, but I only slept two hours in the last 36, a nice breeze was blowing through the window, and the bed was so comfortable….so I had to get out of there and do something else.

So now, dear reader, I am writing to you. I have no particularly exciting story as of yet, even though everything seems so exciting, but I can tell you something I’ll bet you never would have considered possible.

You know the green man and sometimes flashing red hand that tell the pedestrian if and when they can cross the road? The red hand is not a hand, but a man, and he does not flash. Green man turns to red man, and you better hustle out of there!

As previously implied, I am exhausted. As much as I would like to give you a detailed account of my comings and goings and make something interesting out of something potentially boring, but I need to get out of this chair and wake myself up!