Zach Vineyard

I apologize for the grammar, but just trying to get this out of my head and I’m just writing from the hip so to speak….So yeah, this is what I got.

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Its 3:31 in the morning and which is fine if I was in Vegas, but Paris is a city that likes it’s beauty rest. The second we arrived me and dan felt instantly under dressed. Even the taxi drivers drove mercedes benz and wore armani suits?

perhaps it wasn’t that instant, but the instant the we were upgraded to first class. If i ever become a money hungry dictator I will forever trace it back to that instant. I kept asking Dan, why us? It made no sense? Dan just said,” remember were rich millionaires from the Ozarks. We would have totally blended in too if the stewards didn’t see us taking pictures of every meal, and if the redneck in me hadn’t taken every freebie that they had.

The meals were amazing, but the kicker was that you got your own individual tv with new releases. I was smart enough not to watch the ones they are mass showing to the herd in the back, so that when we join them once again. I will have some semblance of joy.

I drank so much tomato juice…

Which led me to joining a very specific type of mile high club, one reserved for those that have a difficult time going to the bathroom at 35000 feet and 500 miles an hour.

We took a bus to to our hotel in the inner city of paris, which was a mistake in a way, because the first class treatment came to a horrible stop. One thing that stroked my preconceptions was the class division from the airport to downtown. I almost let out an Adam injustice cry as I felt I had been lied to of how beautiful the city is (graffiti and rag tag buildings all along the highway) but once you crossed out of the forbidden zone, it was night and day. beautiful, amazing buildings. So beautiful, that we completely missed our stop and kept driving further and further away from our hotel. It got to the point that I had to push the next stop button, (which is akin to genocide evidently as everyone turned around angry) we found ourselves an hours walk away and no map.

So we got a map

One thing I can tell you is that geocaching with the kids at work have made my map skills off the hook. We were lost, but we were going in the right direction, and it was so much fun traveling the back streets, and alleyways that most tourists never get to see. (probably, not so fun at night)

Our hotel is right were the action is, which is great as we just rounded the blocks to get our bearings, and we were encircled around amazing things. We ate dinner of kebabs and sat on this quaint little fountain, that makes  every fountain I ever saw pail in comparison. From this vista we could see Nortre Dame, and the Seine River. We then got nutella crepes for dessert that were made in thirty seconds. I’m going to try and get a mexican crepe tomorrow ( I have all these big plans).

Dan wanted to keep walking around, but I was beat, I felt bad for suggesting going back to the hotel, but not that bad, I was dead. I was also carrying all the heavy equipment.

But now were fresh and ready to take on the day…I think were going to the lourve and notre dame. But first bread!