Hello everyone! Welcome to my travel blog.

It's been a busy 48 hours. My flights were successful and mostly uneventful. My second layover was in Iceland, and I was excited to be greeted by a large model Viking ship upon exiting the plane. It was neat to be in Scandinavia, even if it was only for 50 minutes.

Sleeping was difficult on the plane. When I arrived in Paris, I had been awake for about 24 hours. I then had to figure out how to figure out how to board the train at the airport to get downtown. It was a convoluted process made harder by how tired I felt, but I managed to stay calm, get my ticket, and find the right stop. The first train ride passed through some dreary suburbs and it didn't really hit me that I was in Paris.

It only started to sink in once I got on the Metro. It was lively and packed onboard. A duo on acoustic guitar played Italian oldies in the midst of everyone. When I got off at my stop, the first thing I saw was the ornate Metropolitan sign and the Moulin Rouge immediately to my right.

This really made me realize that I was in Paris. I wandered up cobblestone streets in the direction of my hostel and every bit of tiredness I felt washed away as soon as I smelled the food cooking in open shops that lined the street. Pretty much any kind of food you could imagine but with a focus on French and Italian food. I rushed to my hostel so I could get rid of my luggage and explore.

My hostel is located right by the Sacré-Coeur. Inside it's simple and clean. My room has two bunk beds and a desk. When I got there, I was the first person, and gladly claimed a bottom bunk. With my newfound energy, I decided to find the Sacré-Coeur.

The lack of street signs made navigating interesting but I figured that if I went east and up I'd find it eventually. The massive church was immediately recognizable by the steps and mass of tourists. The climb to the top was rough, but the view over Paris was worth it. 

I turned around and headed into the church. The huge domed ceilings, covered in mosaics, were very impressive. On my way out the massive organ started playing and the way the sound filled the space was imposing.

On my way back to the hostel I just picked up a panini at a shop that was open to the street. After eating, I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up this morning, I discovered that I had two roommates, Brazilians named Bruna and Gabriella. We ate breakfast together and had a discussion this morning about where we came from and where we're going. They are sweet and I am glad for the company. Today they're going to Disneyland, but perhaps we will hang out another day.

This morning I'm going to pick up a museum pass and head over to the Louvre. I'm very excited!

Thank you for reading my blog's inaugural post! I hope you'll enjoy following my adventures. 


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