The Best Comes Last

Yes, it's true. I have arrived, and despite being severely jet lagged (which I really believe is another word for bitchy and tired) I am quite content.

So Washington-Dulles was the first of two ugly airports today. Dulles was ugly but the languages I heard while walking around were beautiful. When I made it to Charles de Gaulle airport, Max and I decided to avoid each other. There is nothing more stressful than having no way to connect and a language barrier between you and everyone else. Once we connected, we were both so relieved to see each other.

Flying into Paris was amazing; I could see the Eiffel Tower through the window as we descended. Like I said, amazing. However, the airport is the opposite. It's filthy. There's cigarette smoke hanging in the air and when you're in the bathroom there's a sign on the trash can in the stall not to throw your needles into it. The ground is awful -- you can feel the filth through your shoes. I shudder to think what shade of gray the floor would be if someone were to take a scrub brush to it, white perhaps?

So Max and I sit, waiting for our train to Reims. I sort of want to sleep but Max seems to think I should adjust to the time. We will be on a train soon to Reims!