Off To a Rocky Start
So even though I got past the border and to the Airbnb alright on the 29th, I only managed to get out on the 31st. The jet lag is kicking my butt big time. Sadly on the flight, sleep was never an option. Despite having enough legroom, I sat in the middle of a large family with two infants and two toddlers. After standing in line and crossing the border (which was nothing like crossing the American border), I grabbed my checked bag without any hassle (as a bit of a side note: they have a smoking room IN THE AIRPORT) and an Uber to the Airbnb and checked in early which thankfully wasn't an issue. After the host showed me the ropes, I took a nap that turned into a two-day coma. To say it was a coma would be an exaggeration I took the occasional YouTube or shower break.
When I finally decided it was time to get it together at 4:30 am on a Saturday. I managed to shower and waited until something was open to buy toothpaste and something to munch on. In the past 48 hours, I managed to eat a cliff bar and was aware that whatever I ate had to be something light and not something fried or rich. Well turns out hummus and bread, wasn't it. Thankfully I had the toothpaste, minus the puke on my jeans and hair. I was able to recover quickly.
After a few hours of contemplating my existence, I decided to go for a walk. I decided to walk to ISC Paris to get the lay of the land.


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