I’m on my much anticipated European vacation. Not quite like the Griswalds as I’m not with a family, or anyone else. And, well, yeah, just no. I’ve made a deal with myself. I can keep going back to Ireland and the UK as long as I include somewhere I’ve never been before. Thus, I ended up in Paris this go.You read that correctly. At the front end of my trip, as in when I’ll still be jet-lagged, I decided to try out a new city. So now, on top of being a shitty direction follower (see I can admit my shit), I had the fog of jet lag.
It’s no wonder I got lost. Really. My two goals for Paris were see the Eiffel Tower and go to a bakery. No sweat, right? Wrong. Okay, there are bakeries everywhere. So, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was trying to do the 3 ish mile walk from my hostel to the said tower. One would think that’d be no sweat as well. One would be wrong. Apart from my aforementioned disabilities, it was also a holiday with a couple of major roads (I think it was a couple. Fuck your non grid layout of a city) barricaded due to a motorcade or a parade for the holiday. The holiday being whatever they call Veteran’s Day. At least that’s the assumption I’m sticking to lest I hear otherwise.
There was no way for me to know the road was blocked and there wasn’t any getting around it. (Shut up. There was no way.) Therefore I decided to divert myself by walking up to the famous arch. Side note: In hindsight, I probably should have done more research about Paris before I went. But I can’t change the past. Moving on, at least with my story, when I was done with that, I noticed the barricade was being taken down and decided to make my toward to Eiffel Tower!
Silly me, I thought I could just reverse the directions I followed to the tower to get back to my hostel. Nope. Somewhere along the way, I made a giant circle and had to reset my maps app on my phone to help me know which way to go. Eventually, I made it back to my hostel. But to give you a bit of an idea, my person was pulling a shift and a half at his overnight job in the states, and I was able to keep him text company the entire time. So there was that silver lining. I now have a blister on my heel and had worn holes in my socks.
It’s all part of the adventure. The 9 ish miles I walked yesterday didn’t stop me from doing a literary pub crawl in Dublin tonight. I’ll have stories to tell the kids when they’re older. Not my kids mind you, but someone else’s kids. Tomorrow, fuck walking. If I need to do something, I’ll roll.