Paris

My classmate, Savi, and I arrived in Paris this evening after an eventful trip. It all started when we checked in and the woman at the ticket counter at JFK failed to actually look at our itineraries. (Savi was ending up at Orly and I at Charles de Gaulle.) She put all of our luggage under my name and sent it off, only to figure out we didn't have the same destination airport after the luggage was on its way and after both of us had said something about our luggage. (Idiot.) Oh well.

Katie was picking us up at Charles de Gaulle, so Savi had to figure a way to get there and meet us (and get her bag). Poor kid. Luckily, she had a much earlier flight and had plenty of time to get across Paris to the other airport. Savi actually beat me to the airport by quite some time because my flight out of Madrid was delayed. I waited for our bags (including one for Katie for this summer) and discovered that Katie's bag was still in Madrid and I didn't have her address to fill out the form to have it delivered. (We have to call again in the morning to give the airline the info.) I don't understand how that works when I had an almost 6 hour layover. Whatever.

Katie picked us up around 8:45pm and proceeded to get lost multiple times throughout the city (rerouted, as she says). When we got to the house at 10pm we ate some food (STARVING!) and took a shower (finally). Now I'm going to bed. I highly doubt any of my future postings will be this long...sheesh.