Je suis à Paris!

I’m sure I could blabber on about some sort of realization I had, but it’s way too soon for that, my internal clock is not attuned to that, and I don’t think I have any sort of deep musings to share. So instead, here’s a few things I noticed and a little bit about how my day went.

It was a long day and who wouldn’t’ve expected that?

My flight to Iceland was fine other than some crazy turbulence that woke me up. Once we got to the terminal (we had to take a shuttle from the airline) I had 30 minutes until I was supposed to be boarding my next flight, but I had to go through passport control. Luckily there was basically no one in line so I flew right threw (pun intended) and got to the gate. A Smith student recognized me there and we traveled the rest of the way to Paris together. I was worried about customs in Paris (mostly because of my medication) but all of the douane workers were just hanging around talking to one another and we just walked right past them. I guess if you get through passport control (like I did in Iceland because it’s in the Schengen zone) maybe they don’t care that much about customs (unlike in the US). Either way, no one stopped me or my travel companion and we continued on our way. I ended up asking the information desk just to make sure we weren’t illegally entering the country or something and 1) they understood my french and 2) they answered me and I understood them, so that was a win.

The bus ride was uneventful except that I realized that >½ of the buildings I’ve seen so far actually have those beautiful wrought iron gates outside of their windows. I thought that was an exaggeration from the movies but apparently not. That and the number of smart cars. They’re EVERYWHERE. So many tiny cars. And mopeds/motorcycle. Even some that have little roofs. There are also a ton of roller bladers. I didn’t realize this was a thing. Maybe it isn’t. But Paris is trying to make it a thing.

We got to the hotel and were able to check in right away, which was a super nice surprise. G and I made our way to Reid Hall, Smith’s center in Paris, to check it out so we know where we’re headed tomorrow. After a quick trip to the center, we headed to a boulangerie and got a bite to eat. I got a croissant au chocolat et amande. It was delicious but next time I’d keep it simple and get one or the other, not together.

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While we were sitting there a smart car labeled “MEDECINS” drove by, which I thought was hilarious. It is simultaneously a step up (a doctor) and a step down (a smart car) from an ambulance. On our way back, we saw a guy smoking and drinking a pint of beer before 10 am. Welcome to Europe.

I ended up breaking the cardinal rule of jet lag and took a nap, but I was able to then go to dinner. On our way to find a bite to eat, G, M, and I happened to find a pretty view…

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It was a lovely end to a (hot) first day.

Song of the Day: Paris by Friendly Fires

New Look, Hopefully Better Content

I’m bringing the blog back! For those of you who don’t know, I’m leaving for a year abroad in Paris today and I thought this was as good a time as any to revamp the blog. Those of you who are long-time readers might notice that the almost 500 previous posts are no longer visible, which was done purposefully. A lot of the opinions I shared there I no longer have, and a lot of the things I wrote were pretty mundane (much like I imagine this will end up being, but who knows?), so I decide I’d make them private and start over on a clean slate.

Because of this starting over (but still slight redesign), K suggested I make a joke based on all of the food packages that say things like “New Look, Same Great Taste”, and I readily took the opportunity. I don’t know how often I’ll post– definitely once a week at a minimum because I don’t want to not post at all, but I also do’t want to force myself to write so frequently that you end up getting a blow-by-blow that was all too common during my senior and gap years.

At the moment I’m waiting at my gate in the US to board a flight to Iceland (yeah I’m basically a globetrotter) to board yet another flight to Paris. All told I should be in France in about 12 hours and if that isn’t insane I don’t know what is. I really hate flying so I’m not looking forward to having to ascend and descend twice while simultaneously interrupting my already screwed up timezones, but if I’m going to be jet lagged, might as well do it to the fullest extent!

Song of the Day: Get Right Back by Fitz and the Tantrums