Paris, je t'aime!

We left Dublin relatively early, first stopping by the post office and spending an ungodly amount of money to ship stuff home in the feeble attempt to lighten our luggage. Fail.

Thursday was also the first day where we encountered rain, but it doesn't count because we spent the whole time either in a bus, airport or plane.

We flew out of Belfast International Airport, which I'm pretty sure is smaller than the church my parents go to. Tiny! Also, Belfast in general smells like a petting zoo, so that's nice.

They actually do have a zoo, but our cab driver told us its more like a prison for animals. So I guess Beflast smells like a prison for animals. Hmm...

It took about an hour and half to get to Paris. Never fly Easyjet. You can only have a purse on the plane and checked luggage is 18 euros!! Outrageous.

We landed and then attempted to figure out how to get to the hostel. We got to Gare du Nord and then spent about an hour and a half failing at life before we flagged down a taxi who drove like 3 minutes and voila!

So we checked in and discovered that because of some computer glitch we ended up with two separate rooms. Whatever, at least we have somewhere to sleep.

After we dropped our stuff off we headed out. Walked about two blocks and then had our first crepe in Paris. Awesome! We also had this absolutely amazing hot dog that is an entire baguette with two hot dogs and mounds of cheese melted on top. Mmmmm....so good.

We decided to catch the Metro to the Eiffel Tower and see it at night. As we rounded a corner in the train there it was! One of the most amazing moments of the trip by far. It is so friggin beautiful all lit up at night! And they make it sparkle! The only thing I can compare it to is christmastime at Disneyland when it starts to get dark and they have the castle lighting moment. Except this is like 1000 times more awesome.

We ended up walking along the river where we accidentally picked up some French guy. He was fairly vexing. Not attractive at all, cause I know that was your next question. We told him like a million times that we didn't want to sleep with him, but he was probably too drunk to understand. So, instead we used him to lead us to the Metro and then ditched him at the gate.

That was our first night in Paris.

Bon nuit!