Parlez vous anglais?

10 hours, 2 metros (and 2 angry French businessmen), 7 wrong turns and I'm finally in Paris.

I made the mistake of asking my Moroccan hostel roommate "Parlez vous français" (go me–American speaking French over here) and she of course then unleashed a French soliloque at me. Just kidding. She literally said "do you speak French" and I made sure to emphasize the "peu" in "Un PEU." That said I did make up for my bumbling Americanness by letting her use my portable charger while she went to the Louvre and she said, "I saved her" so I think I'm pretty in with the French now (even though she's not french...eh, technicalities).

I'm not going to lie, I'm way out of my element right now and kind of wish I spoke three languages like my roommate but hey, I made it to my hostel in one piece.

Baby steps.

Honestly not much else to report here except for that only in Paris can you pay 30 euro for a youth hostel and have the Sacré Coeur as your window-view.

I'm going on a French food tour tomorrow and I'm sure you're all just dying to hear about how I ate a baguette in France so stay tuned and you'll get all of the juicy details.

Au revoir everybody.