Merci

I'm in Paris!! So since my last post a lot has happened. I know you're disappointed, but all of the things that were on the couch did not make it to Paris. On Monday between buying train tickets, getting my last taste of Coldstone, and making a trip to the airport, I had to sort through my prospective clothing items three different times before finally packing a bag that was under 50 pounds. I'm pretty sure that my favorite pair of sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt didn't make it, but who cares; I'm in Paris! Monday was absolutely hectic, but we did succeed in getting our boarding passes at the airport (which took a huge weight off of our shoulders for our 6 am flight today). I finally went to bed at midnight after having my last hurrah (animal fries, a cheeseburger, and a black and white milkshake from In n Out) and set my alarm for 3:15 am.

We can skip ahead to our flight to Paris (no one needs to be bogged down with details about the old plane that flew us to Denver or the plane trip to DC during which they showed Spiderman). I'm proud to say that I endured the flight to Paris, passing through assumingly more time zones than I have fingers, due to homemade brownies (if there was a god of Hershey brownies, I would surely worship him/her everyday without fail), Rio 2, dance music (Jimmy Tran, one of the songs on the mix comes on in your car constantly! I'm pretty sure the words "motherfucking animals" comes up with a lot of thumping noises), the space cowboy (Hyacinth!), happy (my song with the lovely Ashley Tripp), and two delicious inflight meals. Thank you United Airlines for making flying bearable even for me. 

HOWEVER, once in Paris we thought that one of our bags was lost. Thank god the missing bag was only mistakenly placed onto a wrong baggage claim. 

Now finally the moment you've all been waiting for, Paris!!! We're staying in the Hotel Royal for the night where my parents spent their first night in Paris all those many years ago. So far we've managed to check off seeing the Arc de Triomphe and the Champ-Elyseés. I have to tell you, I've got some bad news, kids. 1. Champ-Elyseés is just a street that happens to be famous due to some upscale shopping and the fact that the Arc de Triomphe is at the end of it. 2. I love Paris, and have already adjusted to living here. How is that a bad thing? I may never come back to the states. Say au revoir now. 

Now it's time for a quick shower and we'll be back on the rues again!

Oh, I haven't figured out how to upload pictures from my camera to my computer yet, so bear with me and enjoy some really crappy screenshots of my camera in the meantime :/ This one is of the Arc de Triomphe.

Our adorable room at the Hotel Royal

The view outside the window at the Hotel Royal