,
I totally hate saying goodbye, but when I do say them, I
just feel like they have to be a big deal.
Especially with people you don’t know if you’ll ever see again. That gets me to the point that Paris started
off on a sad note. I had to say goodbye
to Mattia. My little guy who I’ve been
with these past seven months was going to vanish out of my life. My little Schmorgus I would call him, who
played pretend, had picnics, rode the Snow Cat, smashed dandelions, danced in
the living room, rode bikes, played Uno a million times, watched cartoons, went
skiing,
made forts, and played Legos
together, I was seeing for maybe the last time.
Needless to say, it was sad.
Simona and Mattia took me to the train station and as I sat on the train
waving goodbye to his cute little face, a wave of sadness took over. As the train pulled away I started to
cry. I tried to snap out of it and get
myself together, because I didn’t want all the other Italians around see me
cry. Plus the ticket checker guy was
coming to punch my ticket and that would’ve been embarrassing. So what do I do? Put the sunglasses on. They hide everything!
After all my train, bus and plane travels, I met Megan at
the airport after getting off my Ryanair flight to Paris Beauvais. This airport was terrible. I mean the tickets were only 15 Euro so I
couldn’t complain, but I have never seen a more awful airport. It was just a big warehouse and reminded me
somewhat of prison. The bus we took into
the Paris city center cost the same exact amount as my flight from Torino to
Paris. This takes me to the bus ride…
First of all the bus was completely silent. It’s interesting traveling from Italy to
Paris. Italians are bigger than life and
seem to be friendly with everyone. Loud,
hand gesturing Italians. French people
on the other hand are not that way. It
was so weird to be sitting in the silent bus.
Megan and I must’ve been the loudest people on there. I guess we fit the bill for the obnoxious
Americans. Whoopsy! Secondly there was an oral surgeon on the
bus. This might not sound like a problem
to most of you, but when he’s sitting in an aisle seat on his laptop looking at
what looks like the mouths of the worst people in the world, it is a problem! I was courteously looking at Megan when she
was talking to me on the bus. She was on
the aisle and I was by the window meaning I had a clear shot of bloody
toothless mouths. I thought for a moment
I was going to be sick when he started watching a video of a tooth extraction
where the tooth was just hanging there wiggling back and forth with air they
were blowing on it. I don’t understand
why anyone would want to go into that line of work, because it was seriously
disgusting. Like gaggy.
Once our bus ride was over we maneuvered our way to our hotel
using the metro. I have never seen a
more beautiful, pristine, easy to use metro in my life. Parisians know how to do public
transportation for real. I couldn’t stop
saying how nice it was. I probably was
getting on Megan’s nerves at one point. We
were so tired we just crashed at our Hotel du Chemin Vert. I couldn’t wait for Paris in the
morning! Little did I know what I was in
store for . . . 
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