Paris Diary: Day 1

As you may know, I went to Paris last week. It's been a dream to go and it was exciting to finally be able to. In addition to taking a lot of photos, I also wrote about my experience (I did this for New York too!). So if you want to know 'How was Paris?' read on.

Day 1: "Remember how we didn't take 40 000 steps everyday?" #thingswedidntsayinparis 

After a 7 hour flight, I finally arrived in Paris at the Charles des Gaulles airport. What's weird is that the planes do not connect to the airport itself. We had to get on a shuttle - with no seats - to be driven to the airport. You would think because Paris is Paris their airport would be more sophisticated. American airports are sophisticated compared to it. 

I then took the train to Gare du Nord where I was staying at a place nearby. We wanted to stay close to the station so we could travel back to the airport easily. Plus, points of interest like the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower were in walking distance (read: under an hour).

Gare du Nord was confusing and not luggage friendly. I got lost and when I did go the right way, I could not find any elevators - if there were any - so I had to go up 2-3 flights of stairs.

With my 60lbs luggage...

Exiting Gare du Nord, the first thing I noticed about Paris are the buildings. I'm not familiar with technical terms for structures, but theirs is different from ours. I would just describe it as French. And you can feel the history of it. It has more style and character than it's North American counterpart - in my opinion.

Definitely more beautiful.

But the horror story continued. We rented via Airbnb and there were some miscommunication and got the wrong address. I was punching in lock codes on the wrong doors.  Plus, their streets are not two-way intersections like ours. Theirs are 3-5 intersections so going straight, turning left/right, is not really a thing. The street signs are veeeeery discrete. They are not found next to the street light or on a pole on the corner of the street, they are small signs bolted to the wall. 

Short story, I got lost.

In addition, the roads are inclined. The hills are steep and I went up and down the street maybe 4-5 times with my 60lbs luggage.

When I asked for help French people were reluctant to speak english/to me. I did find a hotel nice enough to give me access to their wifi which I had to keep going back to every time I didn't find my place so I can contact my Airbnb host. Friendly French people are a rarity I learned.

After more than an hour of the traumatic experience of being lost, I finally found the right place. I was exhausted, in distraught, and my anxiety was flared up.

But my struggle was not over yet.

The building had 3 points of lock: the entrance to the building; the entrance to the stairs and the door itself. I was horrified when I saw the stairs. There were 5 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS. It was 100 steps. At this point, going up those stairs was unfathomable.

How I Feel About The United States Legalizing Gay Marriage

via cbsnews
Yesterday the Supreme Court legalized gay marriage in the United States. Yes homo. This is a historic moment for those who believe and fight for equality. Gay people finally got what is rightfully theirs. 

But it's been a long time coming and it could have come sooner.

This is the problem with America: always last but first to celebrate. For a country who has as much clout as it does and a leadership position in politics and economics, their progress in social issues is often antiquated.

I'm complaining because America has influence. Did you know Canada legalized gay marriage nationwide in 2005? Of course, there wasn't as much noise made about it. But when America does something, there is a cultural impact. Discussion are made and opinions are changed.

I'm Going To Paris For The First Time

Me in a few days. via frenchclass.au

What is my life? I'm going to Paris. For the first time. This week. 

Remember on The Hills when Lisa Love offered Lauren to go to Paris and told her the trip could be so life-changing, she might not want to come back? (Then she turned it down; was known as the girl who didn't go to Paris; but eventually got to right that wrong later on yaaay) 

(via tumblr, popsugar, tumblr, readbetweenthehemlines)

Or that New York fashion is clothes you wear, but Paris fashion is clothes you dreeeeeaaaam.

If not, stop reading this. Otherwise, carry on.