So, yes, I made it to Paris…and that picture above is right before going through security in Houston after quite the morning…my flight to Houston was cancelled…which meant I would miss all the connections I needed to get to Paris…which means I wouldn’t not have been able to get to Paris until tomorrow…which is a little confusing at this point since I’m not real clear on what day this is…
Anyhow…
I made my flight to Paris and 1 of 8 met me at the airport when I got in. We have made our way back by train and metro to her teeny tiny itty bitty flat and have climbed the 9 (yes, 9) flights of stairs with my luggage.
I’m here.
Let the adventures begin.

