Shadowfiend23 @ Wrocław

My first two days in France are completed, and let me tell you – a lot has already happened. Let me start with the lead-up to the first day, including the trip here.

My first flight on my way to France was from Minneapolis to Reykjavik, a six hour flight. All in all, the flight was pretty uneventful. The plane had those TV screens on the back of each chair, so I ended up watching something pretty much the whole way. I watched three family guys, and two movies: The Incredible Burt Wonderstone and The Matrix: Reloaded. And I did all of that while playing my DS.The people seated to my left seemed to be an older hippy couple, so listening to them during the flight was pretty funny. Honestly, the flight was overall pretty great. I experienced the least amount of turbulence I can remember from all the flights I have taken. So that’s nice.

As the flight was coming to an end, we flew over a little bit of Iceland before coming to a stop in Reykjavik. The ground seemed to be a large expanse of black sand and craggy lava rocks. So naturally, it reminded me of Hawaii. My quick layover (about 30 minutes) in the Reykjavik airport was largely uninteresting – I had free wifi so I just browsed something random until we could board the next flight.

I was seated in an emergency exit aisle for this flight, and that was actually amazing for me since I had drastically more leg room. During the first flight, my right ankle cramped up from a lack of movement space. Also, I had an empty seat directly to my right, so I didn’t need to worry about elbowing anyone during the flight. This flight was largely uneventful as well. The most interesting part of it was hearing these older ladies behind me talking about how they had always wanted to go to Paris but hadn’t until now. They sounded ecstatic, which is great! (who wouldn’t be happy for them?) Anyway, my DS died during the flight, so I kind of just listened to conversations and hung out during the three hour flight (not bad, huh?). We got into Paris at 12:30 local time, a half hour ahead of schedule.

After hopping off the plane and waltzing into the airport, I got both of my checked bags and left the international arrival area. That was probably my first mistake. Honestly, this was about the time that this day started to go downhill. You see, the problem was that I hadn’t eaten or slept on either of my two flights. So I had been up for more than a day and hadn’t eaten for about 14 hours. It was about 12:45 by this point. And Deanna’s plane wasn’t supposed to get in until 3:45, so I couldn’t really do anything until she got there. So I had a backpack and two checked bags to babysit for about three hours while I waited for her. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad, but I was super tired so I didn’t really want to do anything with any of the stuff in my backpack. I tried reading The Hero With One Thousand Faces, but I didn’t have quite the patience for it at that point. So I kind of just paced around the edge of the terminal, waiting for some sign that Deanna had arrived. Once it started getting closer to 4:00, I started to wonder whether our meeting plan had been sound – we had decided to meet at the Hippopotamus café, but since neither of our phones were working, I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to find each other. So I decided just to walk over to the only exit from the international arrivals that I knew about, hoping that I would eventually find her. Thankfully, she appeared within 15 minutes or so.

By the way, the next few parts of this are going to sound complaint-ridden, so sorry about that!

After we met up, we scurried off to Terminal 3 to get on the RER B line. We were a bit disappointed to learn that it was €19 for two tickets and that they only took coins, no cash, no cards. I still don’t really understand why it was quite so expensive. (That’s about $25 for those of you out there who were wondering) This part of the trip was pretty awful. I was lugging around two big checked bags and a backpack that was ~22 lbs through crowded Parisian metro stations (and on the metro itself). Of course no one tried to make any room for us when we needed it. Finally, we arrived at Gare-Bercy, the station closest to the train station we needed to be at in order to go down to Clermont-Ferrand.

We started pulling around luggage down an uneven cobblestone street while rain poured down on us, soaking us and the luggage. After getting to the station, we waited in line for about 15 minutes to see whether we could get an exchange for our train tickets (because Deanna’s flight was delayed six hours, so we missed the train we had originally booked). When we got to the front of the line, we found out two things: one, we learned that the tickets were non-refundable and non-exchangeable; two, we learned that we had “incorrectly” purchased the youth rate for tickets when you actually need a special card to do that (though I still don’t get this because our passports prove that we are under 25). So I had wasted €88 ($118) on two useless tickets. Also, I hadn’t taken out enough money to buy both of our tickets, and Deanna hadn’t taken any money out yet, so we couldn’t buy more tickets then and there. To top it all off, the closest ATM was about ten minutes away (how this was possible I also do not understand). So we drag our luggage back out onto the cobblestone streets, the rain eager to dampen our spirits. Long story short, Deanna ended up leaving all the luggage with me for a while as she ran down the street to find the strangely elusive ATM. She took out enough money and we trekked back to the station. Once there, we found that the ticket machines wouldn’t take cash – just credit. So we had to go back in line to get tickets. Also, as a quick note, it was about 6:45 right then, and the next train left at 7:00, so we were hurrying, to say the least. Thankfully, the woman behind the counter let us go to the front of the line, and we paid her the €114  ($153) that two full price tickets cost. Ouch.

Getting onto the train was quite an ordeal as well. Our tickets had an assigned voiture and seat, but we couldn’t see any labels on the voitures, so we had no idea where to go. A random man was nice enough to tell us where to go, so we sped off down the cars to the one we were supposed to go to. Our luggage barely fit down the aisles as we rocketed done the cars, and mainly people stared daggers at us for disturbing them (or for being foreign, or for being loud, I don’t know). We finally crammed our luggage in a side storage compartment and slumped down into incorrect seats (we couldn’t sit in our rightful seats because a man was already in one of them). A ticket man walked through and checked our tickets, but he didn’t seem to care that we were in the wrong spot. After that, we slept for most of the 4 hour train ride.

After the train arrived in CF, we started to worry about how we were going to make it to our first destination. We had no phone and no map, and it was about 10:30 by this point (and still raining). Miraculously, as we stepped off the train, we saw that Remy and Pierrete (the couple whose house we were staying in for a few days) were there waiting for us, holding a sign bearing Deanna’s name. I was so relieved to see them – it seemed like a turning point in the day. They brought our bags to their car, and we talked with them a bit during the short drive back to their house. Their house was actually very interesting – their garage door consisted of two wooden slabs that retracted when they hit the garage door button, and they have a central courtyard that leads to several guest rooms (like ours) and to their main house, which we haven’t seen yet. We brought our luggage into the room, and they showed us some of the general stuff we needed to know for our stay there. Then, Pierrete asked us if we were hungry, and we let out a resounding “YES!”. So she proceeded to bring us a super appetizing tray of fruit, cheese, and meat:

Remember, I still hadn’t eaten yet, and it was about 11:15 by this point. So by my count, it had been 24 hours since my last meal. Suffice it to say that I was starving. After gorging ourselves a bit, I feel into a deep, contended sleep. And thus ends my first day of my current trip to France!

Leave a comment if you’d like, and I hope any readers out there enjoyed reading my novelette of a first post!