Thursday, September 1, 2011
With the grace of a ballerina (a large, uncoordinated one), I have arrived
I had a nice salmon, cream cheese, cucumber sandwich to tide me over, and then it was time to hit the gate. When I got to the gate they were paging me, which is always a little concerning, also because Cheryl had now left. She mumbled something about the seat, took my ticket and then gave me another one. I had boked business class, and they upgraded me to first. Things were going well.
First class on Air Tahiti had a bit of an exclusive club vibe and the party was in full swing when I arrived. There was only one row with 6 seats across and everyone was mingling. I heard something about a movie being produced by one group and music being produced by another bearded, scruffy gentleman who ended up being my seatmate. After he realized I wasn't French (I was attempting to read French Elle, but honestly was just looking at the pictures), he chatted me up.
Luckily the First class club was handwalked through customs bypassing all people in line and simply flashing our passports to security who basically just waved us through without so much as a stamp, which is interesting since there is now no record of my entry into France. Hmmmm. I limped along and managed to keep my insides in tact long enough to get my bags and get a taxi.
After getting locked in the apartment building entryway for a period of time, and thinking the stone floor actually looked inviting, I made it through and up to my apartment where someone was walking out of it. There was surprise and then I come to understand that she's a friend of my landlady's ensuring everything is ok. It would be if she had a case of tums with her. She was actually extremely helpful and assisted with carrying my bags up and then she went out and got me fresh fruit and a bottle of rose. I hope I can partake in each at some point soon.
My friend Jen called which was nice to hear the home phone ring and actually have it be for me and from a local no less. We were supposed to get together today, but I'm currently working on getting my head and body in one piece so here's hoping a good night's sleep and this baguette (with Skippy peanut butter on it - thanks for the care package Sue!) will turn me into a new person as my first visitor arrives in the morning.
Despite it all, I can't believe I'm here. The apartment is adorable, my bags are quasi-unpacked, and the sounds out the window are all new and vibrant. The weather is beautiful and there's a great breeze flowing through my place. I'm looking forward to getting out there and experiencing Paris!