And so it begins...

All right guys.

I'm in Paris. 

Hold up. Allow me to repeat myself. 

I'm in Paris. 

Yeah. This is real. It sure as heck doesn't feel real though. 

The flights here were long. So long. And sleeping on planes is an incredibly difficult task. Despite that, I managed to sleep through breakfast yesterday. Lucky me. I did, however, sit next to a very nice, and interesting, elderly Israeli man on my flight to London. He offered me a sleeping pill. 

The jet lag is crazy. Seriously. 

This is when I started getting REALLY excited. 

Keeping "Taken" in mind (plus, isn't this like an adult version on the man in the van offering you candy?) I kindly declined. 

You can't really tell, but this is when we were flying over Cardiff. You'll just have to trust me. ;)

But then I missed my connecting flight in London. So, after rushing through customs and sprinting to my gate, I ended up waiting an extra few hours in London before I could board my plane to Paris. 

And when I got there, turns out my bag got lost, due to the missed flight. It should've arrived last night, so I'm hoping to find it when I head downstairs. 

Due to all the flight mix ups, my host family was unable to come pick me up, and they sent a car to come get me. I spent the hour car trip to their apartment just soaking everything up. I can't understand anyone, and everyone here seems to be so chic and skinny, and it is incredible. 

There will be so so SO many pictures to come. And these next ones will be way better quality, I promise. ;) 

I listened to the rain all night. Nature is an excellent white noise machine. ;)

I am so excited to begin this adventure. I'm in a beautiful city, with a wonderful family. I have great support back home, and I am so blessed!!