My first time in Paris (January 2012) was also my first time in Europe. Everything was so different and yet, similar at the same time. Having flown over 10+ hours from Mexico, I was totally exhausted and just wanted to go to an hotel and rest…however, Paris was not my final destination.
I was part of a exchange program to this God-forsaken town in the center of France called Clermont-Ferrand (or, as I love to call it, Clermont-Faire-Rien).
My short stay in Paris involved getting a shuttle bus from the Airport to the Gare de Lyon, getting lost trying to reach the Gare de Bercy, walking aimlessly along the Seine for more than one hour, eating a sad hamburger at a McDonalds where all the employees had names that didn’t sound French at all, missing the last train to Clermont-Ferrand and having to sleep outside of the train station.
I didn’t even got to see the Eiffel Tower.