A hard beginning maketh a good ending

And quite the beginning it was.

My flights were fine, I watched a movie, had a great chat with my seatmate and did some studying but things became chaotic as I landed in Paris.

Too proud to take a taxi, I took the bus, with my big duffel bag, big backpack, bike box and small but heavy daypack. The bus took a lot of stops in the cargo area of the airport and then in a small ethnic suburb and I was worried I was in the wrong place. Nevertheless, it took me where i wanted, to my neighborhood for the next two weeks of Ménilmontant, near the Porte de Bangolet.

First I couldn't find the street that the hosue was on, so I trudged around with all my stuff for a while until I found it. Then I realized I had neglected to write don the phone number or the house number of my home for the next two weeks. I was burdened with too much stuff and a need for food and an internet cafe. The food was easy, I got a wonderful baguette and some fruit, the internet cafe was not, nor was the stuff. I asked many people, even to use the computer in their homes, with no luck. Finally, someone knew where one was and I could go look up the home address. I got there sore, but now I'm content. It is 4:30 right now and I am struggling to stay awake, but I know I need to. No jetlag!