not actually my plane. But I think my point was madeWell, I've made it to Paris. My flight from JFK was delayed and took off at approximately 1 in the morning. Missed my connection, but met some very lovely people on the plane. I love that moment of questioning, where you're like I wonder if these strangers that I'm going to be stuck next to for the next 8 hours will be normal? Sucks when they turn out to be absolutely nuts though.
Can't get in touch with my host mother... so I just bought a wifi connection and figured that I'd update this! Of course, with my luck, all my electronics will die and I'll be stranded here foreverrrrrrr the end. Battery life is at 1:00
I should be in Berlin by this evening though. Yay!
You'd think 7 years of "French" before college would allow me to get around in the airport. You are mistaken. Nothing makes sense. But it all sounds very pretty. Thank goodness for bilingual signs (and bilingual customer service people)
People here are beautiful, and much too stylish for their own good (read: my sanity) .
I want to steal all their clothes.
Also, there's little birds in the airport... But when they land, their little birdie feet can't seem to get a grip on the tiles and they glide across it like little ice skaters. I think they live in the ceiling.
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