I’ve been on a 14 hour air journey to Paris, and now that I’m here, I’ve got four hours to waste before I can check into my BnB.
I’ve contemplated dragging my luggage around the city to hit up a cafe or something, but being that I feel and probably smell like sleepiness and sweat, I would much prefer to get to a shower, pronto.
Here are some stray thoughts I’ve had in the interim.
On the flight, I got my first taste of Paris when my in-flight dinner was advertised over the speakers with a “complimentary glass of wine.”
Thinking I had misheard, I had to say the sentence that totally makes me seem like a lush,
“Um, did I hear that this dinner comes with complimentary wine?”
“Yes, would you like some?”
Also, the same flight included a stewardess telling me, “Trust me, you want the chicken,” when I asked about the dinner options.
Like I said, I’m spending a few hours in the airport, catching up on the news at a Starbucks near the terminal. This Starbucks is hip, playing unedited Drake songs and just being uber extra with the pastries.
Okay, so here we are at the BnB. Before I pass out after my 24 hour journey, here’s an update.
So, I got lost on the metro. I thought I had the route figured out, but I easily got on the same train line in both directions, wasting time. It got to the point where I just gave up and just walked from a few stops away to the BnB. I haven’t been this sleepy in a very long time!
The metro crossed the Seine river. There’s a mini statue of liberty on it that I wanna check out. Remind me to check it out.
It took me forever to figure out how to get into the BnB. The apartment had a callbox code that was given to me that took forever for me to figure out how to activate. Then I called the housekeeper in the apartment but she had left already. Then I found the keys in the mailbox, then I couldn’t figure how to use the keys. I was in the lobby for a solid 10 minutes trying to turn.a.key.
I took a nap and am awake now. Maybe I’ll take myself out for dinner?
Let’s chat later!