Nous Arrivons
On 3/21 or is it 3/22...We arrived in Paris after a hellish long plane ride from Chicago to Zurich. And my biggest fear came to pass.
Not only were there 8 hours of babies crying, and kicking petulant children. My American-sized body refused to fit into the Lilliputian-sized euro seat. So, 8 hours of non-movable metal arm rest pressing into my left hip, a middle seat arm rest that defied folding back all the way, and no room for legs in between. No sleep. No sleep.
Even before the flight left Chicago, noted several things:
1. Cultural differences permit men to plunge the index finger to the second knuckle in search of boogery snacks;
2. Older American tourists wear white athletic shoes;
3. Be afraid if your pilot starts building up speed down the runway in preparation for lift-off then stops suddenly. Ours did. And right at the point where the altitude read 666. No lie.
Disoriented and not a bit cranky, we arrive in the City that had one week before been sweet 60's but now wore a grey, rainy mask of a uncertain early Spring.
Not wanting to give in to exhaustion, we press on. Thirty pictures and 2 crepes later to write, plan day 2 and collapse.
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