While boarding a flight to Dublin on AerLingus, I finally felt the trip had started when the flight attendant spoke to me with her thick Irish accent. For some reason, this made me more excited about the trip than I had cared before.
On the plane, I sat next to a guy from Germany who came to the U.S. to paint murals with spraypaint in random cities with this random LA artist. We talked a bunch comparing European and American friendliness to strangers. He warned me of those “proud French people” and how they’ll make me talk in French, even if I don’t know it.
Everything in Ireland was tinted green. The land was green. The sky looked green. Even the transparent plastic cups used by AerLingus was tinted green.
PARIS AIRPORT WAS INSANE. IT WAS LIKE A AMUSEMENT PARK MOUSE CAGE.
THIS IS AN AIRPORT.
My dad’s friend from elementary school picked me up and took me to his house. First impressions of France: really, really messy. Nothing like the perfectly manicured lawns and grass of the U.S.
The buildings and the streets just have such much more character. The streets are so charming. I can’t stop using that word for every new site I see (thanks, Trisha Paul) because everything is seriously so charming!
Next, climbed to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, where one floor = 10.
Opted out of taking the funny elevators, which meant journey of ultimate stairmaster for me. It’s a CAGE.
It’s REALLY hard finding someone to take a good picture of you. For example, they don’t follow the laws of body-should-be-turned-to-face-the-freaking-object-of-desire…
Another example where I’M COVERING THE PARK THAT I WANTED A PICTURE WITH…
(I also look like a robot in here.)
To strategize, I started asking only people with legit cameras, but even then the pictures did not turn out so well:
Disappointed. This may be one of the greatest pitfalls of traveling alone.
Later, went into the store to buy shampoo, conditioner, and lotion only to realize I have no idea how to say those words in French. Almost panicked thinking I bought lotion when I wanted bodywash.
Finally, after pigging out at a sushi (run by Wenzhounese! small world.) with Elise and Eva, the daughters of the guy I’m staying with, we went to see Eiffel at night.
This is the bridge that one of the scenes from Inception was filmed on (when his wife stabs him):
And the view of that bridge is this:
MASSIVE HEARTS. I love this place. Sad that I’m only here today. Did not plan this well, should have stayed in Paris longer. :(