We arrived in Paris a few hours ago. (You can stop worrying, mom.) The flight was the flight. It lasted ten hours, and we managed a few hours of sleep. The food was better than the flight to Taiwan, but it still it tasted of airplane food. They supplied us with earplugs and nighttime masks, the type you wear over your eyes to block out the light. I wore mine, and named myself Batman, except I couldn’t see, making me more similar to Daredevil. I fought a small sleep-related headache most of the flight.

After checking in to the hotel, we slept a few hours, which scared away most of the pain. We’re to meet Will, Cecilia, Erik, and Gloria in an hour for dinner, our first night in Paris.

The “phone that is smarter than me” works in Paris with, what I’m sure are, ridiculous roaming rates. Only call it if there’s an emergency. I bought a 60-minute hotel internet card for 18 euros (the bastards!), which should give me plenty of time to post my musings. I’m not sure about the photos—I’ll test the speed once we start photographing.

The weather is as promised: cold with snow lining some streets.