A message upon arrival.
Via An American Blogger In Paris (& Bordeaux & Lyons)My flight was long and riddled with excruciating migraines and horrific turbulence. Traffic was horrible, and being pretty much the only guy on the bus, I got stuck with moving everyone’s bags around. My room is ridiculously small and I’m sharing it with 2 guys (one’s black, one’s asian, it sounds like the start of a bad joke). I’m so tired that it hurts.
But it is awesome here.
I can’t wait to see everything.
