Even though its only been just over a week, I feel like I’ve already been in Paris for a very long time. When I’m getting used to being in a new situation, time seems to go really slowly because of all the new sights, people and surroundings. However, my excitement in being in Paris definitely overwhelmed any amount of stress I have been experiencing.
After months of preparation, tears and frustration, I landed in Charles de Gaule, following a nightmare of a voyage. Generally, I am a good flier. I enjoy turbulence and I enjoy landing and taking off. I love the toilets because the plane is the one place in the entire world (apart from a McDonalds) where I do not suffer from P.A. I do not love the bad air, the hideous post-landing look or the food. But the thing I like the least, the thing that I hate with all the hate I can hold in my heart is my inability to sleep during a flight. The impossibility of it is astonishing.
Better sleeping conditions include: construction zones, soccer matches, the maternity ward and underwater.