A Train to Paris

This morning I woke up and packed for my trip to Paris before heading downstairs to get breakfast before class. I once again had my usual breakfast and then walked the two doors down to our classroom. Our class began with a lecture on the five major symphonies of London and just a brief history on each of them. After a short five-minute break, we continued and continued our lecture on key film composers in the Horror movie genre. Fun fact: I HATE horror films. And not like a normal, “Yeah, I’d rather not watch them,” but like a pure hatred to the point that if someone’s talking about one I will get up and leave the room. The lecture was going pretty well I hadn’t had a total meltdown until my professor goes, “Okay, now we’re going to do an audio-visual guide of the shower scene of Psycho.” I started to panic, but did my best to keep my composure. I handled it relatively well although my guide was definitely lacking considering I couldn’t look at the screen for more than five minutes at a time. Overall though it was relatively painless.

When I got back to the hotel room I kind of started freaking out. There was less than two weeks left in the class and in that time we had two more movie analysis papers, three concert reviews, a research paper draft and final, as well as an exam. It almost felt as though we did nothing for the first two and a half weeks of class and then in the last week and a half my professor was going to cram in everything. I finished packing and then instead of breaking down, Peter happened to wake-up early so I FaceTimed him instead until it was time for me to go to the train station.

The train ride was great. I love traveling by myself, I find it so peaceful and relaxing. I did not have wi-fi so I was not able to get any homework done, but I was able to do my Bible Study which was something I had really been missing. I’m still reading in the book of Genesis and if I want to get through the Bible in the next decade I probably need to pick up the pace. Soon enough we were pulling into the station in the Paris and I departed the train to try to find Aunt Nik.

When I found her we headed down to the metro where we were basically herded onto the crowded train. Let’s just say it was so crowded I didn’t worry about holding on whenever we started moving just because the sheer volume of people pressed together. My duffel bag was somewhere and although I could feel the strap around my neck, I couldn’t tell you where it ended up. When we got off the metro we headed to the hotel to put my stuff down before going out to the dinner. On the way to the hotel I passed the nicest Pizza Hut I have ever seen. It literally looked like a nice restaurant at first glance, but alas it was a Pizza Hut.

Once we finally were ready to go to dinner we just started walking around the section of Paris we were in. We ended up some fancy diner place that was relatively close to our hotel. I ordered a ham and cheese omelet that was incredibly delicious and got creme brulee for dessert that was almost the size of my omelet. Aunt Nik ordered possibly the best ravioli I have ever tasted and then got a Vanilla Chaud to drink with her dessert that was like a combination between a Chai Latte and Hot Chocolate.

I was exhausted when I got back to the hotel and it was already past 9:00 PM because everyone in Paris likes to go out to eat late and then stay out for hours taking their time talking and sipping their wine. I talked to Peter for a bit and then decided to shower before calling him back so that when we were done I could just pass out. I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, shut the door, and then froze. The horrors of the shower scene from Psycho came back into my head. I considered not showering at all, but instead opted to call my mom and talk to her on the phone while I got one of the quickest showers of my life to avoid being stabbed to death. I talked to Peter for a while longer and then hung up with the intentions of going to sleep.

Sadly that did not work out the way I wanted. Despite being cold when I first got ready for bed within an hour I was sweating and could not sleep. I can’t sleep when I get hot because then I get claustrophobic. I was up until almost 4:00 AM tossing and turning, not getting more than like ten minutes at a time. Finally the exhaustion outweighed the heat and I was able to fall asleep.

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