Finally in Paris and all settled in to my dorm. When I started this most, miraculously, after being awake since six am Georgia time yesterday and only getting about thirty minutes of sleep on the plane, I was functioning. I survived my first international flight and navigated my way through Charles de Gaulle by myself! It wasn't without difficultly though. Fortunately, my struggles make for a more humorous blog post.
First, as soon as I get on the plane, I get asked to switch seats so an old French couple could sit together. I'm not a monster who hates old people in love, so of course I agreed. My kindness landed me an aisle seat in front of a toddler who I will refer to as Seat Kicker from now on. The aisle seat also came with an upgrade of getting your toes stepped on!
I didn't have a seat in front of me so my personal TV folded out from the arm. I couldn't figure out how to get it out, and of course I was too embarrassed to ask. So I decided to settle in with the episodes of The West Wing I downloaded onto my iPad and some snacks, when Seat Kicker struck. It's difficult to enjoy the fast paced wit of Aaron Sorkin with a toddler repeatedly kicking you. At first it was rhythmic, but once I got used to it enough to ignore it, she started switching it up. Ole Seat Kicker kept me on my toes the entire flight. Want to try and nod off for a few minutes? Nope, KICK.
When I thought Seat Kicker was asleep, I decided to get a little nap myself. I was feeling a little motion sick, so I grabbed some Dramamine. It's been a really long time since I've taken that, and I thought it was chewable.
It's not.
I chewed this little tablet and the horrid taste reached every part of my mouth. I could have handled that, but then my throat and tongue started feeling numb and my first thought was- I'm allergic. I'm going to go into anaphylactic shock before I even make it to Paris. I thought maybe water would help, but there wasn't a flight attendant around and I had no idea there was a self-serve beverage cart. It eventually subsided, but not before I pondered how I could tell someone I was dying when I couldn't even figure out how to get some water.
The flight wasn't an entire disaster though. The food was pretty good; I even tried chicken mushed together with something unidentifiable and I learned that Diet Coke is called Coke Light. I also watched Midnight in Paris on my iPad, which is a really nice and beautiful movie.
Nothing prepared me for the shuttle ride to the dorm though. If there are traffic laws in France, I don't understand them and I think the driver broke all of them. I thought I was going to be sick and a few times legitimately thought we were about to hit something. Merging is terrifying and I haven't figured out the logic behind how they do it. But since I've moved into the dorm, no major struggles yet (except trying to find a hair dryer, but I'll save that for my next post.)
A la prochaine,
Blake
First, as soon as I get on the plane, I get asked to switch seats so an old French couple could sit together. I'm not a monster who hates old people in love, so of course I agreed. My kindness landed me an aisle seat in front of a toddler who I will refer to as Seat Kicker from now on. The aisle seat also came with an upgrade of getting your toes stepped on!
I didn't have a seat in front of me so my personal TV folded out from the arm. I couldn't figure out how to get it out, and of course I was too embarrassed to ask. So I decided to settle in with the episodes of The West Wing I downloaded onto my iPad and some snacks, when Seat Kicker struck. It's difficult to enjoy the fast paced wit of Aaron Sorkin with a toddler repeatedly kicking you. At first it was rhythmic, but once I got used to it enough to ignore it, she started switching it up. Ole Seat Kicker kept me on my toes the entire flight. Want to try and nod off for a few minutes? Nope, KICK.
When I thought Seat Kicker was asleep, I decided to get a little nap myself. I was feeling a little motion sick, so I grabbed some Dramamine. It's been a really long time since I've taken that, and I thought it was chewable.
It's not.
I chewed this little tablet and the horrid taste reached every part of my mouth. I could have handled that, but then my throat and tongue started feeling numb and my first thought was- I'm allergic. I'm going to go into anaphylactic shock before I even make it to Paris. I thought maybe water would help, but there wasn't a flight attendant around and I had no idea there was a self-serve beverage cart. It eventually subsided, but not before I pondered how I could tell someone I was dying when I couldn't even figure out how to get some water.
The flight wasn't an entire disaster though. The food was pretty good; I even tried chicken mushed together with something unidentifiable and I learned that Diet Coke is called Coke Light. I also watched Midnight in Paris on my iPad, which is a really nice and beautiful movie.
Nothing prepared me for the shuttle ride to the dorm though. If there are traffic laws in France, I don't understand them and I think the driver broke all of them. I thought I was going to be sick and a few times legitimately thought we were about to hit something. Merging is terrifying and I haven't figured out the logic behind how they do it. But since I've moved into the dorm, no major struggles yet (except trying to find a hair dryer, but I'll save that for my next post.)
A la prochaine,
Blake
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