An Opening Word:
This Blog is meant for my friends and family.
I am slightly uncomfortable with this metbod of communication, but alas, it seems the most practical and expedient. Unfortunately.
So my life, or, some carefully constructed version of it, will be posted on the web, free to peruse.
No, I don't think that my life is somehow so interesting that everyone ought to read about it.
Nor do I think that I have such brilliant, insightful, and downight original thoughts that everyone will naturally want to hear about them.
Rather, I can only hope that some of my inner circle are at least mildly curious about my personal adventures. I that spirit, then, here it is. It may not last long; I may impulsively delete the whole thing, but here's to trying.
First Things First: Long Day's Journey Into Night
It really was a day (and a long one no less). Actually, 23 hours on the plane and haunting Toronto and Heathrow airports. On top of that there was the time driving to the airport, the time waiting in Edmonton International, the extended search for the RER trains at Charles de Gaule, the train and metro rides, and, of course, wandering attempts -- luggage and all (and, make no mistake, there is a reason its called luggage)-- to find my appartment. All this for a grand total of 29 hours in transit.
I really did journey into night, arriving at my appartment just before 10:00 Paris time. As far as days and nights go, my poor sleeping habits predating the flight may actually have helped me adjust to the lack of a proper 24 hour day. I slept sporadically for the entire trip, and spent most of my 8.5 hours in the dreary Heathrow airport asleap. Thankfully.
So, back to the topic of my appartment. Apparently Rue des Rigoles is a fairly small street in Paris. So insignificant, in fact, that it does not appear on tourist maps. So insignificant, if fact, that many people living in the neighbourhood are unaware of its existence. Unable to find an unemployed taxi, and after some misdirection, I finally found a shopkeeper who knew the whereabouts of Rue des rigoles, and I was on track.
This Blog is meant for my friends and family.
I am slightly uncomfortable with this metbod of communication, but alas, it seems the most practical and expedient. Unfortunately.
So my life, or, some carefully constructed version of it, will be posted on the web, free to peruse.
No, I don't think that my life is somehow so interesting that everyone ought to read about it.
Nor do I think that I have such brilliant, insightful, and downight original thoughts that everyone will naturally want to hear about them.
Rather, I can only hope that some of my inner circle are at least mildly curious about my personal adventures. I that spirit, then, here it is. It may not last long; I may impulsively delete the whole thing, but here's to trying.
First Things First: Long Day's Journey Into Night
It really was a day (and a long one no less). Actually, 23 hours on the plane and haunting Toronto and Heathrow airports. On top of that there was the time driving to the airport, the time waiting in Edmonton International, the extended search for the RER trains at Charles de Gaule, the train and metro rides, and, of course, wandering attempts -- luggage and all (and, make no mistake, there is a reason its called luggage)-- to find my appartment. All this for a grand total of 29 hours in transit.
I really did journey into night, arriving at my appartment just before 10:00 Paris time. As far as days and nights go, my poor sleeping habits predating the flight may actually have helped me adjust to the lack of a proper 24 hour day. I slept sporadically for the entire trip, and spent most of my 8.5 hours in the dreary Heathrow airport asleap. Thankfully.
So, back to the topic of my appartment. Apparently Rue des Rigoles is a fairly small street in Paris. So insignificant, in fact, that it does not appear on tourist maps. So insignificant, if fact, that many people living in the neighbourhood are unaware of its existence. Unable to find an unemployed taxi, and after some misdirection, I finally found a shopkeeper who knew the whereabouts of Rue des rigoles, and I was on track.
posted by ErinCW at 12:28 PM
1 Comments:
Oh my Erin, I'm a little behind the times here, but now I'm caught up on your blog life thus far. Let me tell you that I too had a fantastic time in Tokyo finding my staying place with far too much luggage for comfort. Isn't that the best part about travelling? The manual labour! I love it!
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