2. Airports, That Dudes Personal Choices, and Miss Eiffel

It is with much appreciation to the universe that I post this first post from the first stop on my second European adventure.

I'll start by saying, I know. This is not the norm. This is not something that I ever thought I would be able to do once, let alone twice (and let's be honest, you know I'm gonna push for a third time sometime!). Grateful doesn't begin to describe it, and not just to the universe (whatever that means to whoever you may be), but to the people who make my life the way it is, which in turn allows me to grasp for the experiences that I grasp for. 

Thanks to all of those people, who allow me to be alone when I need to be, and surround me with authentic conversation and experiences when the time is the time.

Alright let's switch off Oprah, and switch on Haaaaayleeeeey!

Here we go folks, this is what day one in Paris (and airports) has been:

The Metal Birds

This part was interesting. People use the word "interesting" in place of, "Yeah... no." or "You thought that was the right choice / answer, huh? Yeah... no." Or maybe they mean that something is interesting... what the hell do I know.

I mean interesting as a bit of a 50/50. The planes, woot. The service on the planes, woot woot. The service on the ground in Iceland, left a little woot to be desired. Essentially, it was wood panel walls (the construction type, not the 1970's type), and a doctors waiting room like transferring of over a hundred people. You know, how you sit in the waiting room and wait, then finally get to the doctors actual office... and wait (some comedian I can't remember has that as part of their act, I feel like it's someone big, but I can't remember who... anyone know?), and then you feel like you won the damn lottery when it's finally your turn!

Well, we all strolled over to gate 15E, after disembarking the first flight, using el toileto (yeah, I am practicing my languages.... and yeah, I do know that none of that was a proper language... this trip is going to be quite interesting, bah!). We all then discovered that 15E was a cement floor, with no gate labels, that held maybe 30 people, so we were all lining the stairwell that plopped us all right at the gate door. There was a lot of huffing and puffing, many a " Come ooooon!", and then finally we were move to another line. And then another line, and then the equivalent of a Disney World people-mover that took us 10'. Yes, ten feet. Weird.

Whatever, we got on the plane, I got eggs with a bun for breakfast, and then we landed. That's really all that matters in the end.

That Time That Guy in a Nice Suit Walked By Me and Then I Realized That His Fly Was Completely Down on Purpose and Now I Know Way More Than I Should About His Manscaping Preferences

Yeah, you did read that right. A dude, a grown-ass man, in a business suite, with briefcase in hand, was displaying his junk for all the world to see. And guys, this wasn't some seedy party of town where people just let their junk flag fly, it was maybe a two minute walk from the Eiffel Tower, on a completely open, populated walkway, in the middle of the afternoon. 

I mean... look, I don't want to get into the details, but guys, what was the plan? Like... is that the Paris equivalent to a construction worker whistle to a hot chick on the street? Maybe one responds and then it's game on? Was is just a fetish that I know absolutely nothing about? 

Whatever, I found myself literally confused for a good three minutes, while looking around with that, "Soooo, did anyone else see that???" look on my face. No one did, at least not anyone ahead of me.

Fine, once I got over JunkGate 2015, I got to the Eiffel Tower! 

The Eiffel Tower

The following pictures make me want to never go anywhere else every again, especially after dusk, when this mother twinkles like my eye when I see my favourite cake on display at my favoriting bakery. I'm talking twiiiiiiiinkle!

Once I left, which was difficult, by the way, I finally got something to eat. There were crepes and baguettes by the tower, but I wanted to sit, relax, enjoy the street, and eat yummy, real food. Don't get me wrong, they will be plenty of crepe eating, just not as the only food after 6 hours of no food!

I had a caprese salad with calamari, and enjoyed some very delicious balsamic vinegar and olive oil with fresh baguette. It was exactly what I wanted!

I'm now back at the AirBNB place, writing this badboy, and feeling pretty much like my eyes are about to shut down in a most involuntary way.

That's all for today, more to report back on tomorrow. I have no idea what the plan is, but I'm certainly gonna try pretty hard to make an awesome plan!

Night everyone!