Blogging from Paris

Day 1:

Holy fucking jetlag. Excuse my French.

Today, yesterday, this week, whatever day it is - we flew from DIA to Heathrow and then the quick jump to Paris. With an 8 hour time difference and 2 hours of sleep under my belt I am pooped. Everyone is a little on edge and the language barrier doesn't help. Oh yeah, did I mention LANGUAGE BARRIER?!
Alright mom, dad, I am SO happy to be here but um...maybe someone should have given this little detail a teeny bit of thought. Those travel books are 100% correct that people are nice and want to speak English to you as long as you at least give a little effort, try to speak French. Easy enough, right? WRONG. Here are the phrases my family knows in french:
Bonjour
Au revior
Merci

and that's all...
Let me tell you, when you want to order the Salmon at dinner without the hollandaise sauce, saying "merci," grunting, and pointing does NOT get the point across. At least I can be happy none of us have just yelled in English in the hopes of a better response from the natives.

Thank God for the free WiFi, with the help of google translate, for now we can inform our hosts of our incompetence with a little, "Desole, je ne parle francais." - or something along those lines. It's the thought that counts?

After a meal of foie gras and a croque monsieur, we're off to finally catch up on some sleep.

xoxo k