So, I just dropped Troy off at the airport and discovered something about myself...
I do not think I am a world traveller.
It has been a hectic little while for us preparing for our trip to Paris and our subsequent vacation to the west.
So, really, we haven't talked too much about the ins and outs of Paris, nor of me getting there, except that I am to get on a flight on Tuesday and make my way to the hotel.
Sounds easy enough, right?
Except that once I get to the airport I have to take a train into Paris and then transfer THREE times on the metro to get to the hotel. Even then, once I get off the metro, I still have to figure out where the hotel is.
Troy is an especially seasoned traveller, and this doesn't seem to both him at all...not to mention the fact that he gets to take a cab from the airport to the hotel because work is paying for his trip (unlike mine).
So, as he is telling me what to do and where to go, I think I started to panic. Not to mention that I got to thinking about the two days I have to "adventure" on my own while Troy finishes up his meetings (gulp).
I am TOTALLY excited, I just hope I can get my knees to stop knocking long enough to get there!!!!