Bonjour my friends,
I will start off with a fun story about my stay in Paris. The very last night we were staying in our apartment by Invalides. At 2 am we were having little rocks thrown at our window, causing me to have a panic attack. I thought we were going to be attacked by this random rock throwing assailant. I continued to stay awake the whole night watching the shadows on the wall for movement. (waste of time there was nothing!) I finally assumed it was a drunk being annoying and throwing the rocks at our window for fun. 4:30 we had to get up for our flight to Barcelona. It was raining so hard outside, and we had to walk to a very far away metro stop. It took us 30 minutes to get there, in the pouring rain, with all of our suitcases and backpacks, at 5 am... Finally we make it to the metro station, and we can't figure out what ticket to get. I thought that this button on the wall was a intercom to talk to a information center. NOPE, the button turned on alarms because it was the distress button in the metro station that have the Police come! Through the loud sirens we found our pass we had to get and hauled down to our metro... Luckily the metro was very empty so not a soul saw me. (I felt bad leaving but we were on a time schedule to catch our plane) As we waited 20 minutes for our metro we realize that time is running short. This is when my anxiety started to set in. We got on the metro, caught our bus, went to our gate all in 30 minutes time. I finally was able to relax (sleep) once my tush hit the seat of the airplane and I don't remember anything but the take-off and landing. Barcelona here I come:)
I will start off with a fun story about my stay in Paris. The very last night we were staying in our apartment by Invalides. At 2 am we were having little rocks thrown at our window, causing me to have a panic attack. I thought we were going to be attacked by this random rock throwing assailant. I continued to stay awake the whole night watching the shadows on the wall for movement. (waste of time there was nothing!) I finally assumed it was a drunk being annoying and throwing the rocks at our window for fun. 4:30 we had to get up for our flight to Barcelona. It was raining so hard outside, and we had to walk to a very far away metro stop. It took us 30 minutes to get there, in the pouring rain, with all of our suitcases and backpacks, at 5 am... Finally we make it to the metro station, and we can't figure out what ticket to get. I thought that this button on the wall was a intercom to talk to a information center. NOPE, the button turned on alarms because it was the distress button in the metro station that have the Police come! Through the loud sirens we found our pass we had to get and hauled down to our metro... Luckily the metro was very empty so not a soul saw me. (I felt bad leaving but we were on a time schedule to catch our plane) As we waited 20 minutes for our metro we realize that time is running short. This is when my anxiety started to set in. We got on the metro, caught our bus, went to our gate all in 30 minutes time. I finally was able to relax (sleep) once my tush hit the seat of the airplane and I don't remember anything but the take-off and landing. Barcelona here I come:)
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