made it. . .err, in half

Good adventures are always filled with the unexpected, and this trip has started off true to that ideal. Josh missed his flight in California. I feel badly about exposing his imperfections so early into our trip, but this blog will be a lot more interesting the more truthful it is. Anyway, I made it to Paris and am hanging out with my cousin Julie in her chiq apartment and hood in the northeastern part of the city. Haven't been to Paris since we lived here for four months eleven years ago! I feel the same amount of foreigness, but I at least hope to think I have a little more guts than back then. Being a complete wimp when I was young, it's easy to improve on this.