L'Hotel Ibis
After my boarding pass printer not working at Frankfurt—just my luck, I finally made it onto my connecting flight. Oh the beautiful French language (and finally not sounding like German people are yelling at me all the time) surrounds me, and though cliché I took out my pocket sized dictionary on the plane and smiled as I’d quietly pronounce it finally feeling like I was home, though I feel I will never use “scotswoman” or “killing someone with a bullet” in my vocabulary but who knows! Perhaps I will have to discuss women from Scotland who were snipers to natives.
I should fly AirFrance everytime, I don’t know if it was because I was so close to being done traveling or so tired, but the flight was amazing. Even though it wasn’t even a 2 hour flight, they served me lunch (salmon with cauliflower, coleslaw, cheese, brownie, olives, mmmmmm though I know my brother Will is disgusted right now lol) and not to mention that on both flights they kept offering, as I kept taking, wine and tea. I began to read my paperback that I bought, and to my amazing surprise it is kind of a romance novel (love it-my favorite with seriously no sarcasm).
The man on AirFrance was lovely with a sense of humor I finally could laugh with as he said, “You have special boarding pass? You sit underneath with luggage” before bursting into hysteria—Annika, there’s hope for friends with our humor in France. When he served me lunch he was so happy and just kept giving me drinks until my entire tray-table was covered: water, tea, and champagne. Yes, I drank the champagne and after such lunch I fell right to sleep happy as a fat American baby.
I stumbled off the plane smiling ear to ear because I was finally in France, and I think he drugged the champagne because I was feeling buzzed, “let’s go fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind my luuuuuuuuuggage”—ha ha ugh. I tried my French on asking where my carousel was, and it worked because they answered back and I don’t know what they said. I finally found it, and my awesome bright, blue suitcase came around as I headed to my hotel located at a different terminal connected to the airport.
And here I am watching French TV, with my 15 minutes of free wifi (found that out the hard way), taking naps on and off, getting a good shower in, and excited for breakfast in the morning. I keep hearing cellphones, and though I want to call everyone and tell them what’s happening, it’s nice knowing I am here alone, independent on the other side of the world. I am relaxed and though tired, ready to meet everyone who will be my new family for the next 3 ½ months in the airport tomorrow. By the way my chicas, French men—actually European men in general—just come visit me (wink wink, nudge nudge)!
One blister....ouch
Olives are not to be taken enternally by themselves.
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