In which I do not meet Niall Horan

Bonjour from Paris!  I just arrived at my hostel.  I will be staying here for four nights before moving to my dorm where I'll be staying the rest of my time here.  So far....I'm not impressed.  The elevator doesn't work and neither does the wifi in my room.  But who cares?  I'm in Paris!!!!


I got really lucky with seats on the way here.  Like ridiculously lucky.  From Minneapolis to Chicago, I was in the first row behind first class, so like double leg room.  Not sure how this happened, I definitely didn't pay extra.  And, bonus, it was an aisle seat.  I like those better because I get claustrophobic of weird strangers on planes.  It's like riding the city bus, but you can't get off or move if the person is too weird.  I actually had aisle seats the entire way here, so lucky.  From Dublin to Paris I was in an exit row, so more leg room again!

Check out all that space, I got full straightenage here

I flew through Dublin on my way here, my first time in Ireland.  I geeked out appropriately over their accents and every red headed person I saw.  I was hoping against hope that my favorite boy bander Niall from One Direction would be there.  Sadly my hopes were dashed.  But don't despair!  I saw an LK Bennett store, and I know for sure that Kate Middleton has shoes from there.  Basically what I'm saying is that by walking in, I pretty much met her.  My life is complete.

    Kate Middleton and I are BFF's now                                                     ...but not Niall and me.

Other highlights thus far include hearing my favorite french artist on the radio already, being told by the cabbie that my french is very good, and discovering marmalade is horrible.  Who wants bitter jelly???