.Comme si de rien n'était.

Two months after the fact, I believe it is now time to write about our trip to Europe. I had promised Kevin's father that I would be a good little blogger and write about the trip in a play-by-play, action packed adventure story that would progress as we went along.

However, being completely exhausted after each day, writing was the last thing on my mind.

It happened like this...

We left the Calgary International Airport on the evening of the 12th. It was begining to get cold in Canada and that week I had donned my winter jacket for the first time in the season. Before we checked in, however I stuffed the jacket into my luggage to be checked because carrying a giant puffy jacket around airports is not my idea of fun.

We boarded our plane without any complications and took off. We were almost immediatley served our on-board supper which consisted of a choice of chicken or fish with rice. Having recently watched Airplane! with Kevin, I found this pretty amusing. Our flight began plesently but took a turn for the worse when the two men who were seated directly behind us started to order drinks. As their alcohol level increased, so did their volume level and I found myself desperatly trying to fall asleep in a cold, cramped space and with these two goons laughing loudly behind me.

I hate international flights.

When we touched down in Paris the first thing I remember was... confusion. All of a sudden every sign I saw was written in French, there were french people surrounding me, and perfume shoppes lining the airport reeking of their french scent. I was, for the first time in my life.. In a foreign country. HOW EXCITING!

I soaked it all in. I couldnt get enough of the afrian teenagers who hung around in little clusters talking to eachother rapidly in a french accent that I have never heard before in my life, I couldnt get enough of the scarves and boots, boots, boots that all of the girls would wear! We made our way through the airport and found the RER metro and began our journey to our hotel. As I laid back in my seat awaiting the long metro ride we had to our apartment I could hear the sounds of an accordian player busking in the metro car next to us. It sounded so pretty and soothing. Later, however, I would become severely annoyed by this.

To be continued......