Want to know what’s worse than delayed flights and having to find your way to Paris alone? Losing your passport, drivers license and credit cards once you arrive in Paris. Yep, I did that.
I wish I could blame someone else, like some slimy pickpocket, but I can not. I’m pretty sure it’s my own fault. My best guess is I left my wallet in an uber black car the first night I was here. You would think it would be easy to track down, since the beauty of uber allows you to contact your driver. But, it’s not so helpful when you realize you left your stuff in the car a day after the fact.
In my defense, I was nearing 40 hours of very little to no sleep. I had a suitcase, a carry on and a purse to keep up with and my little clutch somehow got left behind. When I woke up at 6pm the next day (yeah, I met jet lag this week – huge bitch) to get ready for the evening, my stuff was nowhere to be found. Oh, and of course it was Friday night so there was nothing I could do until Monday.
I was literally sick all weekend worrying if I would be able to catch the train to Germany on Tuesday morning. Also, the combination of jet lag, dehydration and the fear of my lost identity in another country did a real number on my mind and body. I honestly don’t think Paris had a fair chance this trip, but pretty sure I lost a few pounds from no appetite, so I’m not gonna complain.
I’m also thankful that I was surrounded with some amazing friends that still tried everything they could to make sure I enjoyed my first trip to Europe. Definitely had some fun! We celebrated Cass’s birthday – so freaking fun- and had some amazing dinners and sightseeing experiences. And, OMG…that chocolate croissant from Angelina’s on Saturday. Yum.
On Monday morning, I was the first one in line at the American Embassy. While it was completely terrifying, it was much easier than I anticipated. New passport granted. I seriously felt like a new woman. I was finally able to relax and enjoy Paris with a little, or a lot, of champagne and my darling friends. Such a fun “last night” with them.
On the train now. Sun’s coming up and the countryside is absolutely beautiful. Next stop, Frankfurt. xoxo
2 thoughts on “The Paris Diet”
You deserve another croissant!
I agree Amber! I should totally have grabbed one more out the door this morning…