Arrival in France

I made it to Paris ok. The international flight was too short (who, in God's name ever says this, I know). It wasn't a night's sleep but a really crappy nap. I had a bit of a custody battle with the couple sitting next to me over the empty seat between us. We ended up sharing the space, but I was glad to not have someone three inches away from me for eight hours none the less. I arrived in Paris at 7:45 this morning. It's like the longest day of my life. I was just able to check into my room, so I'm planning on taking a shower and going to dinner to make myself stay awake until a "normal" bedtime.

I'm not as disorientated as the last time I flew to Europe, but I'm really tired and feel rather isolated, as I do not know anyone yet. I'm going to try to connect with some other assistants that might be in Paris. I haven't met anyone at the hostel to hang out with yet, but walking around the city by myself won't be too bad.