A man said "cheers" when I opened a door for him

So a little kid babbling about “where’s the bus, where’s the bus?” in an English accent is about the cutest thing ever. The town is beautiful in an awe-inspiring kind of way. I didn’t expect it to be this pretty.

Now that that’s out of the way, here goes for a little account of my trip up.

From there beginning…

I didn’t really sleep. I played “World of Goo” like I had OCD with the silly little goo balls taunting my every mistake with their blinking eyes and lemming-like interjections. This lasted until about 10pm, when I decided I would be better off not sleeping without distraction. I think I banked up about two and a half hours riddled with odd dreams (the one I remember was an odd instance where I couldn’t for the life of me buckle my belt correctly…I just fumbled about until I woke up in a sour mood). At 5:58 I watched my phone until it played my father’s old ringtone at 6—I Dig Rock and Roll Music by Peter Paul and Mary—and then shut it off immediately and jumped in the last hot shower I’d have for a while (still waiting on that one, but I’ll get to that). We got to the airport two hours early on Nancy’s gut feeling that this was the busy time. I was the only one in line during check-in, so going from entrance to through security was about ten minutes. I then played some more Goo and flew to Atlanta, which was Atlanta. The trip to Paris was eased by an extremely attractive American girl (too old for me [30 and married]. She was cute and wicked smart. That took up about four hours, helped by the mini wine bottle she guzzled down. Her brother and my stepbrother are very similar, so we had a good basis to start a conversation. Paris was boring at five in the morning, so I crawled between two benches and passed out for a few hours (I looked like a hobo, but oh well). The bus ride to the airplane took what seemed like a quarter of an hour through smaller and more sparsely populated tarmacs until we came to one with the old planes that still had propellers. That was ours. It shook like temple of doom was collapsing, but it got us to Bristol. What a sight…Green and wet. While I could see sky today, I was told to get used to having clouds overhead all the time. Apparently the sun is a rarity that merits joyous park times and shirtless endeavors. I can’t wait.

Our cab driver was everything I’d hoped for. Cute old English dude who talked about how old stuff was. His thick, thick accent confused the Chinese guy that arrived on the airplane with me.

I’m currently in temporary housing waiting for an open spot in my building (Winkworth). A few of the other students and I explored from here to downtown. I’ll do the picture stuff later. I didn’t take any other than the vast emptiness of the airport in Paris at 5 am.

Limitless. Eternity. Beyond. Charles De Gaulle International Airport E Terminal.