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My ride to the airport was so sad lol. The taxi driver said, "ehhhh did u eh love Italia?" As my eyes watered (I know I'm so dramatic and way to emotional) but I smiled and said I am in love with Italy and can't wait to come back!!!!!!! He turns on the radio because it's about a 25 minute drive and Botocelli comes on and he is singing along to it. This again made me smile. It was the perfect last impression lol. He drops me off and of course says caio Bella:) as I walk into the airport I'm kind of nervous bc Ive never been on a jet and my travel agent found the best deal through Easy Jet. My gate was filled with French people headed to Lyon. No body. Not one person even cracked a smile. Wtf!!!! I'm still in Italy so everyone should still be smiling and happy in love. Not rude lol. I had to catch a bus and be taken to the jet and walk up steps...I was the last person to get on the plane so I snapped a photo like the nerd I am on the steps lol This hour flight to Lyon was miserable. It was bumpy and I had an aisle seat. I'm pouting. I just really wanted to still be in Italy:) It didn't help that I got off the jet and it's pouring and freezing. Not cool. There are military men all over the airport. These guys are huge. They looked so American but by their hard faces it was obvious they were French (this is a smug remark lol). Once I got to my hotel I felt much better. The crew from my company was a mixture of people. Venezuelan girl, Cincinnati girl, Seattle man, NY girl, and an Ottawa chick. It was nice to have English speaking friends in France. This language is difficult for me. I can't understand it like Italian. It gives me anxiety that I can't figure any of it out. So my first night in France was such a Glennda moment. I ordered a Salmon dish. At this point I'm starving!!!! As I'm taking the 2nd bite I realized that within the dish there are pieces of shrimp. My throat felt like needles were in it and I didn't want to panic. I just pushed it aside and the trainer was like s*** bc she saw my face. I had written an email in advance letting them know I'm allergic to shellfish. I chugged water and was mortified. Really Glennda? The first night? There was no damn shrimp in French or English on the menu lol. I held everyone up of course. Welcome to France le douche!!! I started drinking more wine out of nerves and yep. Schwasted. Good way to end the night and I have a feeling I'll remain holding a continuous buzz in France:)
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