After 7 hours in the air, 30 minutes waiting for my luggage, 30 minutes standing in a taxi line, and then 50 minutes in a cab, I finally made it to my new Paris Apartment. For some reason my phone was not working, thus making my first contact with JD, my new roommate impossible (until further notice I will refer to my roommate as JD, my favorite character from Scrubs... NOT the beverage) . Thankfully, when I arrive (an hour late), he had not stranded me, and was waiting outside.
After some unpacking, I did some exploring of my area. And after some careful business school like research, I am truly excited about my location. Here is what I've learned today... I like baguette sandwiches, supermarkets are fun in any country, and it is really hard to get a cell phone unlocked (something I should had done in the US). And one more thing, why is it necessary for little kids to run to the front of the baggage claim and take up valuable real estate when it is clearly obvious that they can not lift up their own bag.
Alright, I think that is just the jet lag talking. But seriously, if anyone knows where I can get my phone unlocked in Paris, please let me know.
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Dan just hit # and then OK. After that doesn't work you can just slap yourself across the face.
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