the beginning

I’ve been in Paris for two days and two nights now without internet. Insanity I know. Good thing I have my blackberry to keep me from crying.  I’m officially writing my first blog entry from my Parisian apartment. “Parisian” seems to be the word of the week for me and dorene.

I guess lets start from the be

ginning. I landed in Paris an hour late but so glad for the flight to be over. The customs line was a bit of a joke, as in there literally was no line. I just went up the customs officers, got my stamp, and was on my way to baggage claim. She didn’t even look at my visa. I might show them my visa on the way back just so that I can feel like that whole process was worth it.

All my luggage arrived, yay, and I was able to carry it all easily with the free luggage carts right next to baggage claim. I thank CDG airport for making one part of my trip less stressful. I met another girl in my program that was on my flight and together we walked across the terminal to the other side. It was quite the walk weaving this impossible cart in and out of the people version of the 405 during rush hour.

When I got to the door we were supposed to meet at I saw dorene and couldn’t help from screaming a little and doing a weird dance as she ran toward me. As she liked to point out, everyone was looking, but of course I didn’t care. We waited a bit there with some of the other girls fromour program until our driver took us to our new apartment.

We were told to wait outside the apartment building until one of our program directors got there to take us in. During this time I found out dorene is scared of pigeons, birds in general I guess. Apparently it looked like a pigeon was about to land on my head from the back but all I heard was dorene screaming as if there was a guy with a gun behind me. I turn around to find that it was just a bird. Since then we’ve seen a bunch of pigeons, duh, flies and bees. Dorene “swears Parisian animals hate her.”