Safe arrival, no worries!

So I have wifi in Mme. Cheminade's home, but my lappy doesn't have a wifi card! OH NOES! Since stores aren't open on Sunday, I will try to get one tomorrow. :)

So let's see...

I arrived in Paris around 1ish 2ish PM, which is equvalent to 7 or 8 am over there, with great sleep at the flight (since I hadn't been able to sleep the whole previous week, i got on the plane and passed out, but mhy light sleep allows me to wake up at convenient times, such as when dinner is served or we have to put on our seat belts)

Anyhow. So I arrived and was scared out of my mind. I kept hearing little phrases from Big fish in my mind-- "I knew that if it wasn't my time to go, and that I could survive everything." But i didn't understand the metro system and not even where to take the metro. This is about when I was about to cry-- I had a huge luggage and only little me to carry it around. I kept thinking, no one's here to pick me up, no one here cares that I'm here. But then I reminded myself--- but I'm here for me, and I want to see all the beautiful things. I can do this, I'm competent.
I asked for information and was told to take a metro into Paris. I got tickets and was really really scared looking at my map, and a very kind stranger approached and told me what to take. His presence calmed me down a lot. My mom told me of a time she met her angel, a kind young fellow in London who grabbed her bags and took them to a taxi and told the driver where to go. I always figured I'd have my angel if I needed him or her.
So I couldn't figure the metro system and was scared to death to end up in the "bad" side of Paris and stuff, and by looking at the map, it looked as though not making a connection but just walking from the station to my hotel would be better. When I came out, I came out in what looked like a huge mall. I couldn't even find the exit to the huge mall, so again I was scared and tired. Finally, I came out of there, into the open street, where there was fresh air and a beautiful beautiful old church. Before proceeding, I figured taking it all in would be a wonderful idea. I just stopped, sat down, put my legs over my luggage and looked at the church.

Anyhow, I could keep on going, but knowing I tell pointless stories in painful detail, let's just say I made my way through Paris with the kind help of a LOT of strangers. I even had a girl physically take me to where I was supposed to take the train. I find that I didn't have just one angel in Paris, but many kind kind angels in Paris.

Since I took my TGV until afternooon, I explored the city in the morning. I actually felt pretty savvy by then-- I went to Centre Pompidou but it was closed, so I walked and walked and saw the stained glass of Notre Dame, so I kept on walking. I decided to take the metro from there to the Eiffel Tower to take some pictures hahaha. Then I came back to Centre Pompidou, saw some Kandinski and other random modern art, went back to the hotel and grabbed all 20 lbs. of baggage and dragged them all the way down 6 floors (no, no elevator!)...

more to be continued later!