On Sunday, June 26th, I remember standing in the line of the airport bursting with emotions. Anxious because I was going to a new city with entirely new people. Lost because I had never seen the inside of this airport or traveled alone before. And most of all, excited that I was going to be in Paris in what felt like several hours.
One day later, all those emotions were overwhelmed by one very strong, powerful emotion. I was TIRED. Despite the fact I was struggling to keep my eyes open and stumbling in every direction under the sun, the first impression Paris made unforgettable. For starters, the food here was really good. We went a cafe right outside of the Pantheon, and it was a real experience. I chose to stay with something safe, and went with a pork and gravy dinner with mashed potatoes, but looking around the table, you could see some real french culture. Just a couple seats down someone else in the group was eating a croque madame. Now I know some people get fried eggs sandwiches all the time, but to me this seemed like a new invention in a galaxy far far away. I would never have imagined having the yolk of an egg run down my sandwich, but it looked strangely good and I am definitely willing to try it.
Even though a majority of that day is a blur, two things really stood out to me: the Arc de Triumph and the Eiffel Tower. There is just something so special about being in the presence of something so impressive. You see these iconic landmarks in pictures, but I think all of us know that a picture never does a true landmark justice. We have already been back to the arc, and it was even more TRIUMPHANT in person. I'm not sure if we take a class trip back to the eiffel tower, but it is definitely on my list of other trips to make if we do not.
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