Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I'm Hurrrr

I'm here guys! I've made it to Nantes! But sadly my luggage has not... I made it through 3 flights and was stood up at the carousel at Charles de Gaulle. No bags. Nada. Just me, being confused (and a little smelly) without any of my belongings. I chatted up all of the people at the lost luggage counter and said fun things in French like "My bags have been forgotten" (instead of lost) and "Do I supposed to meet my baggages in London?". So what, I wasn't expecting to have to whip out my French skills (to the max) until at least after a couple hours sleep. Anyways, Sam-u-el (baggage dude) and I worked it out. I called my family friend Ewa, got her address, and long story short, the bags should be coming tomorrow. Well one of them anyways... The flights were good! Seattle to London is really long. The food was surprisingly good. I sat next to this really hot guy with a euro-style mohawk who I thought was Spanish or Bulgarian (something dark and man-ish) and kept eyeing him and then after the 9 hours he spoke and it turned out he was from Belleview Washington. Totally not as hot. I tried to wash my face at Heathrow but turns out they don't have paper towels anywhere. I was so out of it that I considered putting my face under the hand-dryer, but then I caught the eye of another guy who was brushing his teeth and could see him contemplating the same thing and decided that this was totally one of those "well if that guy jumps off a bridge would you jump too?" moments, and I wan't about to go along with it. I had coffee at starbucks of all places and then wandered aimlessly. Slept on the flight to France. Made it onto the train (sans baggages) in the depths of CDG airport and made it to Nantes! I'm staying with Ewa and her husband Dominic (offspring of my mom's friend who lives in St. Lo, France) and they have a 2 year old daughter named Camille who runs around alot, wears orange pajamas, and makes fun sounds. We chat but it doesn't go very far because I don't know what any of her toys are called (and neither does she, she sort of makes it up as she goes along...). Anyways, we're really good friends. Ewa is going to give me a tour of Nantes and then I am going to meet the fabulous Mathilde (of Pitzer 07-08 fame) who will show me around the University and help me register for things. I move into my dorm room tomorrow. Hopefully I will have clothes then. K bye!

1 comment:

  1. As far as what the 2 yr old's toys are called...What's the French word for "mine?"

    I do hope you get your bags (all of them) soon!

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