Paris.

Flying isn't one of my favorite hobbies, but touring Europe has always been a dream of mine. So I set aside my pessimistic views, took a 50 ml sleeping pill and passed out so I could ignore the crying of annoying kids and the obnoxious girl who wouldn't stop talking about herself to some poor fool of a man next to her.

Once the plane landed at CDG airport in Paris, I felt it was needed to unfasten my seatbelt- before everyone else!- and before the pilot turned off the "fasten seatbelt light". I already had my giant of a backpack packed and my shoes on...all i needed was my sister's approval to jump up and shove her way off the plane ahead of me. yea- that plan didn't work. being in row 21 has its disadvantages when trying to get of the plane in a hurry. 

of course there was a luggage delay. i hate airports and everyone that works at one. so my plan to bounce out of there in a reasonable amount of time and shot down. but thankfully my bags were the first out! becca and i took off with our three small suitcases ready to leave and get a cab. we decided we should probably use the currency exchange at the airport so we could pay for our cab w/out a hassle. Well something is wrong with french numbers, because after 5 wrong elevator rides we were lost, circling the airport. 

finally we arrived at our hotel. very cute on a cozy little crowded street in the 9th assessment in Paris. Axel Opera Hotel. snow on the ground and all!

Cute, yet creepy at the same time. The lift aka elevator fits about 1/2 a person. fitting more than one person in it seemed very dangerous, i thought of taking the stairs up three flights but opted to squeeze in. we took two trips to get all our luggage into the room.

It was almost like I was in "being John Malcovich" the movie, on the 1/2 of a floor. the hallway to our room was about 3ft wide. we came into an awkward encounter when two other guests were leaving their room we had to shimmy face to face past each-other thru the hall. our room also small. 

we took a long nap...after traveling 24hours you are exhausted and jet lagged. after that we headed to dinner. Paris streets are the most amazing sight ever. filled with lights, people and excitement! 

We took pictures everywhere, admired the crepe stands, explored some amazing shops then ate at a quaint pizzeria. again the restaurant was awkwardly tiny, we faced a couple that felt the same way as us...embarrassed when we hit our heads on the lamps hanging very low. 

after dinner we explored more, the 20 degree weather didnt stop us, however the fact the we got lost did. I realized while my sister and i were lost i wouldn't mind living in one of these amazing apartments in this great city. the beautiful and detailed architecture makes the city even more beautiful.

now: back in our room, warm at 10pm a little tipsy from the bottle of wine at dinner, were ready to sleep in the city of lights.