Woke up this morning. Erin fixed us eggs. Mentally noted this breakfast as the last one together for a long time. Aaron bought us Jersey Mikes. Called Gigi and Papa. Forgot to call Paul and Mary (oops). Snapped at family for giving my worrysome glances bout the heavyness of my luggage. Drove to Nashville airport. Texted everyone one last text. Checked in luggage- it was within the weigh limit (ha!) Cried in the corner with Erin for a minute. Ran and said goodbye to the rest of my family before i had the chance to cry. Cried alot at my gate. Got into a Rickety-Ass plane and flew to Chicago. Got into a HUGE plane and flew to Dublin. Made friends with Irish Man sitting next to me. Knew Dad would have been jealous. Froze to death on 7 hr flight to Ireland. Arrived in drizzling rain. SHaking began. Sat in between two French people at the gate and couldnt understant a thing they were saying. Panic began. Got onto Rickety-Ass plane #2 and prepared to fly into Paris. Was asked to move up so that I could operate the Exit Door "In Case of Emergency". Sat behind a special ed woman who rocked back and forth throughout the duration of the flight and made me on edge throughout the entire 1 hr 23 min flight. Arrived in France. Realized I was missing one bag. Thanked my lucky stars it was at least the SMALLER bad. Cursed my unlucky stars caused i realized every single important wedding document was in a binder that was IN that bag. Made friends with the "Baggage Enquiries" lady. Made even better friends with my taxi driver. Spoke french the entire way. Paid 45 euros for a 15 minute taxi ride. checked into my hotel. got into an "elevator" that was smaller than my shower at home. took off the 5 jackets I had to wear because they wouldnt fit into my luggage. Took a shower because i had SWEATED through my 5 jackets. Talked to Erin and Mom and Dad on Skype for about an hour. Threw up because I was still nervous .. or tired... or hungry. Calmed down and got up the guts to explore my surrounding areas. Not brave enough to try the metro yet. Walked to the train station i will be leaving out of on Wednesday. Bought some essential toiletries because that was what was in my lost luggage. Bought a sandwich and fruit cup. told the lady at sandwich store i didnt speak english.( clearly she knew i was a big fat liar but i didnt WANT to speak english.) Wanted to buy Twilight book in French but knew i had no room for them yet. Took my dinner to the steps of the Opera Bastille and ate it there. Felt very alone. very VERY independant. People watched. Decided I was going to survive, and came home to write this blog.

THOSE were my last 24 hours. 31 counting the time change.