I recently got back from my trip in Paris and it was so fun, in this blog I’ll tell you everything that happened and even tips as well if anyone thinks of going. First thing I have to point out is during my trip I met no rude French person talking bad about me because I don’t know French. The people were really nice in my experience.

Day 1: When we landed in Chicago we had to go to the other side of the airport, and if you’ve been to the Chicago airport, it’s so unnecessarily big. To get to our gate we had to go through a glass hall and when I tell you that was bright, that was BRIGHT. Passing the glass halls we were close to the united club when I heard people right next to me speaking in Hindi. I didn’t mean to drop in and hear their conversation, but what can I do? If I happen to understand them it’s not my fault. Trilingual issues, am I right?

The flight was from Arkansas to Chicago which my sister wouldn’t stop saying OMG THE HOUSE OF JOHNNY SUH. The flight was about 2 hours and pretty smooth other then that last minute unexpected turbulence that accidentally made me slap my sister. As it would any day, the view from the plane of Chicago was so pretty. I know the photo below looks edited; that was the first thing that popped up in my head when I took the photo. I kid you not: I think the sun really liked me that day. Taking this picture was a lot of work because my sister didn’t want to share the window for some reason. She literally grabbed my face and pushed me away so she could have the window to herself. That’s probably another reason I’m surprised the picture is good. I only had 2 seconds before I got my head dragged out of the way.

In the plane to France from Chicago I was shook. THE PLANE WAS SO COLD. SHIVER ME TIMBERS I WAS FREEZING. Other than that the plane ride was fine until….it wasn’t. I finished watching Coraline, because Netflix took it off the platform and I was happy one of my childhood movies was there. Dinner was being served at that time and I was having the weirdest chest pain. The flight attendant put my butter chicken on my table but I seriously couldn’t eat it because one my chest was hurting really badly and two it’s airplane food. I thought I was going to die. I’m not even joking. I was like thisclose to dying, no space needed. I was literally thisclose. I thought I was having a heart attack, but my mom reassured it was because I was wearing tight jeans in the plane. Lesson 1 I learned that day, I shouldn’t be dumb and wear tight clothing on an overnight plane ride. So I changed my pants because I’m not doing that feeling of dying the whole plane. That feeling of dying and then not actually dying. Just let me die, don’t send mixed signals like that.

Day 2: Day 2 we landed. I was looking outside, or trying to look because I had a seat in the middle aisle, and I kid you not but the trees looked like the trees in Arkansas. I know what you’re thinking, but GIRL they’re trees, yes I know I know. However I thought Paris would have different trees ya know. For example, you won’t find palm trees in the middle of Paris. (EDIT: WE FOUND PALM TREES) In the airport there are these really cool escalator without steps things. I felt like a hamster going through them.

Outside we found an uber and in the car my dad said we’re going to hear a lot of French, and in my head well no duh WE ARE IN FRANCE, they’re not going to speak German or Marathi, or even Italian, but my mouth went, yes father. In the uber we were going over French, because we had too or you know so we thought. The Uber driver was from Turkey and gave us tips on French. My dad asked me what hello was and I was shocked because I literally just said it, so I said bonjour cause maybe he didn’t hear me, and then he literally said ok, so what’s bonjour? Do you know how shocked I was? I literally cried. I told him it’s hello and I literally just said that and then he looked at me seriously and said then what’s wassup in French. haha, DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW FRENCH? Point being said he got the point because I was too silent. We passed many stores like Monoprix.fr which I literally thought said Monoprix.fry for a second and oh my nails which my sister sang omg by New Jeans but with nails. Oh my oh my nails. Amma amma god.

France is super picturesque and seeing such an amazing view and being able to see this made my heart happy.

Our hotel was Canopy by Hilton and it had a nice view of the Eiffel Tower from the really top, especially at night. There were two French flags but at night they looked like the flags of Chad, like the country. It was really trippy. Go back to the afternoon when we went to our room, right when the elevator opened it was pitch black and for a split second my horror movie loving brain suddenly thought, murder mystery, like I was about to die, this is where I die, I’m going to have my neck slashed. Then the lights turned on because….they were automatic…oop…embarrassing. I had lunch in the hotel restaurant and omg I was so surprised because the food looked so fancy, I mean we’re in France obvi it’s going to be fancy, but I kid you not at, it was not only delicious but good looking.

After food we went to the Eiffel Tower, not inside, but you know from a distance to bask in it’s glory. It’s really pretty. Also the weather here is like Arkansas, it can’t make it’s mind up, it will rain for 5 seconds and then stop and be sunny. My dad went back to the hotel to get his sunglasses because it was sunny but when he came back it was super cloudy. We got rained on more than once. YAY, I honestly don’t mind, I love the rain. One thing though that I have to point out, and this is a tip as well. DON’T RENT A CAR. We didn’t thankfully but seriously the driving here is crazy, there are like no rules on the street. It’s crazy, it’s not like India but NOT like USA. AT ALL. Made me less nervous about being paranoid while driving in Arkansas. I almost got run over by a motorcycle trying to cross the road.

We went to a very famous bakery which was really close to our hotel, it’s called Caratte. It’s really good. Bad thing is, it’s Europe and a lot of people smoke. Which I can’t handle. I don’t have asthma, but whenever I smell smoke my throat gets dry and I cough….a lot. My chest feels like fire. Like the plane incident, I feel like I’m about to die. We ordered hot chocolate with cream and awwwwww the tiny spoons are so freaking cute. They’re so tiny and I love them. I also got something called a Delice Framboises. It’s like two macaroon tops smushing raspberries and pistachio cream. It was good! Day 3 was crazy, got in a fight with some French lady, and ate good food, and casually choking from smoke. Stay tuned for part 2 where I’ll explain day 3 a little bit more.