S�jour en France

Paris. It's six am, I woke up an hour ago.

B and Q picked me up from school yesterday. I got to the airport on time, but I hadn't eaten. One student was a half hour late. The NWA people were totally incompetent; the dude at the counter kept crying to us that he didn't know how to do it. I bought two gross airport wraps for myself, one for a student, and one to give away. Four total.

The 9 hour flight went by fast; I slept just a little bit, but mostly I played the inflight video games. I tried to dominate inflight trivia. For the most part, I did.

In Amsterdam I had an Orangina. The waiter asked us if he'd seen the dasher, and apologiized to us. My suggestion: don't ignore your customers. Anyway, I finished my gross sea-tac wrap in Amsterdam. We had to pass passport control in Amsterdam to get from one terrminal to the other.

Sat next to an elderly Mexican couple on the flight to Paris. Ate a ridiculous cheese sandwich on the flight. I told J that we'd have to eat in P, but she is a machine; she doesn't realize. There was no customs or passport control at CDG. Our bags came off first. I found the bus waitiing for us in the parking lot. The driver's name is Jean.

Showed up at the Hotel Aurore (I keep thinking "hotel horreur"), checked into my room 406. THE ELEVATOR IS DOWN FOR OUR ENTIRE STAY, and I'm in 406, remember, in French floors, that means I'm on the fifth floor. I've already walked up it a million times.

Went out, walked to Bastille, where they were setting up for Fete de la Musique. It's a mad house but I don't care about the music here, and I get the feeling that nobody really does. Had a sandwich club at La Bastille Cafe with a delicious Orangina. Metro to Montmartre. We took the funiculaire, walked around,and then split up. Explored, had some gelato, checked out the shell games at Pigalle, bought water and then metroed back to hotel. Waited around for J, and then just when we were about to ditch for dinner, they showed up. I don't know why she thought we wouldnt' be hungry. Anyway, they had already eaten. So I took a group back to Bastille and we ate sandwich grec standing outside with a crowd of thousands for the Fete de Musique. The sandwich places were slammed and the staff could not keep their cool. I had a sandwich grec salad, which the gyrochef couldn't believe I didn't want frites, and a San Pellegrino.

Back to hotel at 10pm. Woke up at 5 and 6. Waiting now for 8am. Breakfast.

btw, phone totally works. Next time, call t-mobile and get info; bring charger.

J'ai faim.