Okay so another breaking news story, I am completely and entirely stuck in this city! So I have been a bit behind in catching you up on where and what I have been doing and I promise to get you back on track (or myself rather) and up to date, but until then I have to fill you in on what’s going on currently. I left Switzerland as you know and went back to Germany which I will tell you all about next time but then a bit after that I found myself here, in Paris, those who are on my instagram or Facebook already know this! It turns out that the city of love, loves me too much! You would not believe what I have been going through in an effort to leave this place!
Here is the story, I came to the airport on Thursday the day I thought I was going to leave, only to find out the flights were not only full but oversold and they were trying to give perks away for people to volunteer to give up their seats. After 10 hours at the airport that day I went to a hotel by the airport with my luggage and a level of frustration and exhaustion higher than the Eiffel tower. Two other ladies came with me and we decided to have dinner and share a room together. This really helped as we found some release in the company of each other. One of the ladies was much older and spoke only Spanish and was trying to get back to Bolivia, she was very thankful for our company and help, especially the help with finding her missing tooth! Yeah that’s right, the one she placed directly back in her mouth without washing it off even though it was found on the ground at the hotel. Anyhow I digress.
So the next day we all head out in the darkness of the early morning and the chilly temperature aboard the shuttle bus back to the airport. One of the ladies meets me back at the departure gate, we realize we have no idea where our Bolivian is and I haven’t seen her again actually. Anyhow the other lady gets lucky and at the last moment gets a seat on the plane gives me her number a hug and kiss and is off. I sit there excited for her and then sad realizing that I am still there as the place empties but somehow I feel hopeful I will get on another flight which after another 10 hours and some more request for volunteers, I realize is nothing but false hope. I pick up my bags again at the end of the day and follow the routine of the previous night this time having dinner alone, but the waiters and waitresses that remembered me all make frequent stops at my table for quick conversations and to add me on their Facebook. I go back to the hotel extremely tired having had only 6 hours of sleep over the last two days which I guess had its effect on me as I overslept and missed my flight time the next day! I wake up thinking this has got to be a joke.
So day three and I have another night at the darn airport hotel with no idea when I will get out of this place. Sure some may think Paris is not really that bad of a place to be stuck which I would agree with if the airport wasn’t so far from the city a 50 euro or more taxi ride away. Where I am, there is nothing around but the view of distant airport terminals and well, that’s about it. So today back to the airport this time yes looks like I am good to go when a bit before boarding, the flight is canceled!! I am for sure stuck in the twilight zone or something, at this point I have no emotions left I just go get my luggage get transferred to the flight for tomorrow and go through my now thoughtless and robotic routine. However this time there is a girl I begin speaking to who, like all the other passengers, is left completely in the dark by the airline and not sure of the next move. I offer for her to come with me and we go to the hotel share a room and go to my spot for dinner where as I am greeted by the waiters she jokes that I seem very popular there.
So here I am now wondering when I will get a flight and I begin to wonder if I am being kept here for some reason that I need to stop fighting and accept. When I was getting really angry and frustrated I began to read my journal and realized what an amazing adventure I have been having and this is just another part of the journey, plus, I would still rather spend 10 hours at the airport than at the office So as I go off to bed wish me luck!