oh la la

arrived in Paris after a long day of travel and open mouth sleeping on the plane. After yet another maybe mishap (no one to pick me up at the train station when i arrive in st pol, and no furniture in my appartment but half of that taken care of) we finally left yesterday afternoon. After a short lay-over in Iceland (im pretty sure I should learn icelandic) we arrived at l'aeroport Charles de Gaulle this afternoon. Waited for our baggage. Three of our bags came right in a row followed by....not my last bag. Waited around. No more bags came after a while. Went to the baggage counter. Waited for the "oversized" bag trolly to be brought around but it wasnt there either. So, we have concluded that my bag stayed in iceland, that it didnt make the connection and that i will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon when the next flight from iceland comes in. zut zut zut. If it doesn't, then i will have 4 pairs of undies to last me 8 months. and 5 shirts. and no socks.

trying to stay on the bright side of things, many people have assured me that my bag will catch up to me. i can only hope. for now, i am in paris. sitting by the canal on the deck of my hostel. the sun is setting and the bell is tolling 7:30. people are playing petanque along the canal. and i am in paris. our hostel smells like disinfectant and the street reeks of pee, but it is absolutely beautiful.