Arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris at approximately 9:00am Paris time (2:00am Lubbock time). Took luggage to hotel, but couldn’t check in yet. Went to the Musée d’Orsay, saw Whistler’s Mother and other neat artworks. Hung out with Andrea and Stephanie (at the museum and most of the rest of the day).
Looked for l’Hôtel des Invalides with Beazley. Couldn’t find it. Paid 54 francs (about 10 dollars) for a croque monsieur and a Pepsi (yuk!) at a café. Finally found les Invalides; we all decided to just go back and check in at hotel. Got lost on Métro, finally made it to hotel at about 5:00pm. Had to be ready for dinner at six fifteen. Big hassle about keys. Beazley got mad at hotel employees. Couldn’t find my room. Finally got in and had time to change shirt only before time to eat dinner. Ate chicken (turkey?) w/ French fries. Split a bottle of wine (more like a pint) with Andrea. It was supposed to cost 20 fr., but we somehow managed not to pay it.
Some of us walked back to the hotel (some were riding the Metro because this girl Renée thinks she broke her toe and can’t walk). Our whole group opted not to take the bâteau mouche boat tour tonight with the other groups cuz we were too tired. This means we can do it the last Saturday, the last night we have in Paris, but I bet we won’t.
Went up to my woom, showered, put on fresh clothes, drank water and opened window, finally got used to temperature. Going to read a while more (it’s now 10:00pm local and I’ve got to get up by 8:00am) and go to sleep. All in all, despite it’s setbacks (the aforementioned & the 18 postcards for 10 fr. that are not perforated and are therefore permanently stuck together) and annoyances, the first “superday” (9th & 10th, all rolled into one) has been pretty good. Oh well, I’ll write more tomorrow.
P.S. – I share a room w/ this guy named Jason. He’s from Kansas. He seems pretty nice. Our group is attached to their group and two others (cuz we’re all really small).
