Paris Travel Diary: The Flight + Arrival

I arrived in Paris a little close to 11pm on Sunday of last week. I didn’t sleep much on the plane due to anticipation. This was actually happening. I mean, I had talked about it for months, but it was here, I was on my way to Paris, alone, with the least bit apprehension. Although, my mother had given me her “I don’t like you travelling alone speech”, which I can relate to where she is coming from.
I have to say, the most french I know is Merci, Bonjour, Pardon, etc.etc. Super basic, in fact, I found myself attempting to speak Spanish at time, which baffled me since I don’t even speak the language.
Upon arrival at Charles De Gualle aiport, things began to close and shut down since it was approaching midnight. It took me a good 40 minutes to find the location of my shuttle, which was difficult since many people appeared not to speak English. Determined, I made my way onto the shuttle with Two suitcases and a large purse.
 After I’d gotten on the shuttle, It turned out I got down at the wrong hotel of the same name, which meant waiting another twenty minutes for the next and last shuttle of the night. I had gotten a hotel near the airport as a resting stop before heading to Montmartre the next day, since I knew my flight was arriving late at night. Meanwhile, everything and everywhere was pretty much closed. I arrived somewhat hungry, thirsty, needed to take my travel medication, with no euro currency on me as I hadn’t had the time to convert my money. Some might say rough start, but it didn’t matter. Why? Because I was in Paris, and within a few hours my adventures would begin.