Paris, France

I hate to even write about this. This evening was the worst we've had in a lonnnng time. After a long, hot day in Barcelona and a sad goodbye, we hailed a cab. The cab took us to our hotel and waited on us while we grabbed our luggage. We loaded the car and were off to the airport! Unfortunately, our flight was delayed. I crashed on top of my backpack for a much needed nap. We flew into Paris and were excited to see a few landmarks. It took us forever to figure out how to get a ticket to take the train into the city. It took even longer to actually reach the city. Once we were there, we took off walking. Our first stop was Notre Dame Cathedral.

At this point, it was probably around 11pm.





We had a map of the city, but went the wrong way for a little while. The river was a little confusing. We were exhausted, but were trying to save money for our cab ride back to the airport so we opted to walk and walk and walk. We sooo wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. It was in our sights, but didn't seem to be getting any closer. The streets of Paris reeked. They were dark and somewhat creepy. We stayed away from people and charged ahead.


A look back at Notre Dame.

We walked past the Louvre.

The Eiffel Tower was beautiful. We could see the lights as we walked towards it. It semed surreal, a bit magical. We were excited at the idea of standing beneath it. Two hours of walking and we were upon it. The tower started to twinkle and literally, as we rounded the corner to walk up to it, the Eiffel Tower went dark. Completely dark. The area was deserted. No one was there. It was 1am. We'd missed it. We were heartbroken, tired, and hungry all at the same time. There would be no pictures of the Eiffel Tower. There'd be no kiss at the Eiffel Tower. We were completely bummed.

This is all I got and it is pretty much the worse quality ever.

Sad, mad and tired. Our night didn't end here. We caught a taxi that would take us back to the airport. The ride cost us over 60 euros. That's a lot of money when converted to dollars. Just as Daniel predicted, the airport was closed. Hmmmm...there enters a problem. I checked out the cost of a hotel and at the whopping price of 250 euros, we made the decision to sleep.on.the.floor. As I walked through the airline/baggage check of the airport, I noticed that the couchs and chairs were all taken. I noticed homeless persons with shopping carts. Scared, yes I was. This was not the same as camping. At all. We crawled behind a bench and layed down on the floor. I scrunched a plastic bag under my head, wrapped my arms around my backpack (with thousands of dollars of camera gear inside), covered up as best as I could with my little hoodie, and fell asleep without any dinner. Around 5:30am, we awoke to the airport crew creating the lines we'd soon have to stand in. We decided we couldn't sleep through the noise and headed for the security lines. After 6am, security opened and we were searching for a cozy chair to sleep in. We found what we were looking for and crashed, but this time the Paris airport had cranked the AC down as low as it would go and I couldn't feel my extremities. Misery, again. Finally, hours later Daniel and I boarded a jet set for Houston. Ahhhh, Houston. Home. The USA. Yes! On a side note, I vowed not to let Paris ruin the otherwise amazing 10 days I'd spent in Europe. Laugh if you will, but please don't ask me about Paris. I'll have to go back someday in order to erase this terrible memory.