First Day Across the Atlantic

Today has been one of the longest days of my life. But that's actually because it has been over 24 hours. I left the ATL for Nice, France with a layover in New York. The flight to New York wasn't too bad and was a nice practice run of nervousness for the 8 hour flight that followed. Landing in New York was definitely a relief... until they told us over the intercom that they couldn't get the door to connect to the gate. So that was my first time exiting an airplane from the back, which was pretty unique. S/o Delta!

The flight to Nice was pretty nice (LOL) minus the food provided by the plane. The flight was delayed so we ate dinner around 10pm. I chose chicken, the dude next to me chose pasta- he seemed to enjoy his meal more than I did. However, the packaged brownie for dessert was magnificent.

I watched Deadpool on the plane to waste some time and distract myself from the altitude. It made me chuckle a couple times. Afterwords, I tried to sleep for the rest of the flight so when I arrived I would be able to make it another day. I found it very difficult to fall asleep sitting up and the crying baby across the aisle wasn't the best lullaby. I debated most of the flight if it would be weird for me to rest my head on Pasta-Dude's shoulder. I decided against it. However, the neck pillow was a great item to have, and might be my new favorite accessory.

When we finally landed, we found our way to "control de passeport" where I got my passport stamped (holla!) and then found my luggage (hallelujah!) We took a bus from the airport to Juan Les Pins (one of the most nauseating bus rides ever) and some kind lady who kind of spoke English helped us find our apartment building.

I got my room assignment and went upstairs with intentions to unpack, but then found my neck pillow and immediately passed out on the couch.

I woke up to it being 2:30pm and me being extremely confused and disoriented. A little bit later Danielle (friend/roomie extraordinaire) arrived and we unpacked together and went to the Casino. (lol jk, the grocery store we went to was called Casino.) We got some things for the week while simultaneously making fools of ourselves at the checkout line. (Didn't know it was BYOBags, oops.) Also, the man behind me was losing his patience as I repeatedly kept scanning my card when I supposed to just leave it in the machine.

Danielle and I found some friends down the street and we all went to dinner together at a restaurant right on the beach. I wasn't very hungry so I got a delicious dinner of French fries with a side of ketchup.

Now, Danielle and I are back at our luxurious apartment where we both decided to document the day through the art of Blog. (I am still wearing my neck pillow, thinking about sleeping in it.)

Being in Europe is pretty crazy. I was surprised to learn how useful the concept of language is. I didn't realize how difficult it would be to not know any French, but I think I'll be able to handle it. Today I said "merci" a lot and probably sounded like an idiot.

And now I'm off to hopefully get a normal night of sleep.

(idk how to say bye in French. So bonjour!)