My adventures through Paris continued!
Friday, Jan. 22, 2016
Our flight to Paris was scheduled to leave from London Gatwick Airport at 4:45 p.m. and arrive at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport at 7 p.m. It is only an hour flight to Paris, but there is an hour time difference between London and Paris. At 1 p.m. Korrie, Tori and I met Kenzie (who was coming from her class at Hamilton House) at Kings Cross St. Pancras Station to catch our train to the Gatwick airport. When we got to the turnstiles we decided to ask a worker if we purchased the right ticket to board the Thameslink train to Gatwick, but it turns out we did not. The workers at the station were very helpful about getting us the right ticket we needed. So after a little bit of confusion, we had our tickets and were on the train to Gatwick.
The train took us right to the airport terminal, so we quickly got off and made it through security, then had a late lunch before our plane departed. When it was time to board our flight, I was shocked to find out that I had to walk outside, on the runway, to board our plane. Like I mentioned before, I have very little flight experience so climbing up a set of shaky metal stairs into the back entrance of an airplane is certainly not the ideal situation for someone who isn’t a frequent flier. Once I made it on the plane and got comfortable, I fell asleep and the next thing I knew, I was in Paris.
At the airport we had to wait in line at immigration since we were entering into a different country. After a wait that felt like forever, we made it through and were on our way to our hostel. The difficult part was finding our way to the hostel. Since we were in France, most people obviously spoke French so it was difficult trying to follow the directions we were being given by people who barely spoke English. Although I have some knowledge of French from high school I am by no means fluent, and I only know a few basic phrases. Fortunately, a man at the information desk at the airport pointed us in the right direction tracing out our route from a train at our terminal. So we got our tickets and boarded the train.
The Metro was a lot dirtier than the Tube and smelled terrible. If this is what public transportation was like in other countries, I was grateful I was staying in London. Luckily, it was a short train ride and we made it to our hostel without any problems.
After we got settled into our room, it was almost 9 p.m., but we went out to dinner at a small French restaurant. The menu was all in French, but our waitress (who could obviously tell we were Americans) was nice enough to translate the menu for us. The food was amazing, but the bread was to die for. I think I ate a whole loaf just by myself. It was the perfect way to spend the first night in Paris.
So the weeks are flying by.. I currently only have less than two weeks left here in the gorgeous country of Ireland! But first, let me go back and talk about my last two weeks..
“Hello my name is Austin and I’m a marketing major,” seems like an ordinary greeting for anyone until you combine it with a 60 second song, a banjo, and some good video editing! Hello, and welcome to the always fun, exciting, and most of all, entertaining, life of ME: Austin Summers. As said in the song, I’m a marketing major at Saint Vincent College and this summer, I will be studying Fashion Marketing and Merchandising abroad for 4 weeks in Europe; stopping at London, United Kingdom, Paris, France, Milan and Florence, Italy. I plan on keeping a detailed, but interesting, account of all that I see and do for your reading pleasure.
The goal with my blog is to make you laugh, cry, and show off the great opportunities that Saint Vincent College offers through my strange sense of humor. Honestly, if anything will give you a sense of what my blog is going to be like, just watch my YouTube video of my 60-second pitch below.