Paris--where I didn't understand the language

Okay I am terrible at keeping this updated because I went to Paris on Spring break about 3 weeks ago, but here's a rundown of my trip and little of what I learned. Probably not my best work, but when so much happens in the meantime it's hard to keep track. It is better to be busy living life than just writing about it all the time. Enjoy :)

You know those day's where everything that could go wrong does go wrong? Well, that is basically how this trip started out. We arrived at the airport four hours before our flight was scheduled to depart because we forgot that we already figured the time and just wrote that down. Upon arrival at the airport we learned our flight was no longer at 7:00 pm but at 9:00 pm. On the bright side we met our new friend Todd in the airport because he heard we spoke English. He happened to be an intern in Paris since January so he told us some things close to our hostel and we talked to him for about two hours in the airport and another hour and a half on the flight. Luckily, after landing in Paris at 11:30 pm he showed us how to get the right bus to the metro and further taught us how the metro worked (yeah neither Brooke or I knew how those worked since we had no need for them) and then he told us what stops we needed to take for all the important things, namely our hostel. After finally getting off the metro, we had no map of the city and it was well after midnight, and we walked around Paris looking for our street. We found some French women and Brooke used her French skills to ask them where our street was, they had never heard of it. So we proceeded to walk around unable to find our hostel, starving as the last time we ate was at 3 pm. Just when we thought maybe we will just be stuck walking until daylight, we walked past this Hotel and the doorman asked if we were lost. We said yes and he immediately offered us help. We went inside told him the name of our hostel and it's address. He proceeded to google the Hostel, got us a map and their phone number. He then called our hostel and they told us we did not respect our reservation (yeah it was for 9pm, the time we were supposed to get there) and could not stay there tonight. The doorman got on the phone spoke some French then hung up. He then told us you go there at 9 am and they will give you a room for the rest of your stay, and then he offered for us to stay in that Hotel for FREE. I might add this was a very nice hotel in a very nice location, costing minimum of 200 euro per night. He then walked us to a market about 7 blocks away so we could get some food. He basically saved our lives. So after everything went wrong we became the luckiest people in the world, and people said that French people were rude. So untrue!
The next morning, running on two hours of sleep, we got a free breakfast, went on a mad hunt for Starbucks (we miss the little things over here) which we didn't find, and then went to the Louvre. We went through every exhibit in the Louvre in less than 2 hours because we were so tired, and we may have glazed over a lot of the Roman and Greek art stuff since we see it all over the place in Florence. After the Louvre we tracked down Starbucks after stopping a woman in the street carrying their cup. This was the best part of our day at that point, caffeine was exactly what we needed. We then had lunch and went back to the hostel (after getting lost again) where we cleaned up a bit then went to see the Notre Dame, this cool underground crypt, and finally the Eiffel Tower. Waiting in line for the tower I made friends with the security guy, but I did not go see him after got done with my visit like he requested. Instead, we met up with Becca and had dinner with her at this little Italian restaurant we found (I know I should eat French food in Paris, but it was hard to find and we were hungry.) Our waiter/host befriended us and just loved that we were Americans that lived in Italy. He was born in Canada, but lived in Paris, or something like that. After dinner, we had crepes which are delicious and should be tried in France, they do them the best. We then wandered around the city on the way back to the hostel, and got caught in a bit of a rainstorm.
The next day, we tried to go to the Orsay Museum, which was closed on Monday's apparently. So we decided we would go to the Palace of Versailles, which was also closed, except for the gardens. The free gardens were definitely worth the train ride out there. They were gorgeous and huge! We returned to Paris to take a stroll down the Champs Elysees (main shopping street) where we saw the Louis Vuitton headquarters, from the outside at least, and the Arch of Triumph. We then took a walk through the city and went back tot he hostel to get ready to go home the next morning.
I absolutely loved Paris! I don't know if I would want to live there forever, but I wouldn't mind staying for a few weeks or months. It was quite and interesting trip, and showed me that in some of the stickiest situations everything turns out fine in the end. I didn't have to sleep on the streets or miss my flight. We may have gotten lost on the way there and on the way home(forgot to mention that) but we got home. In stressful situations, like those, I can always figure my out and how to fix it. It is kind of like life. Things go wrong and off plan ALL the time, it just matters how you deal with them and how you react greatly determines the outcome. I never had a nervous breakdown or freaked out about being lost a million times, you just have to walk around until you find the right turn sometimes, or maybe you will get lucky enough to meet some very friendly and helpful people.