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April 11, 2009
We landed in Paris France about 2am Memphis time. Our flight from Memphis to Chicago was extremely rough and bumpy the entire way. It just wasn't too fun at all. We had about an hour and a half to kill in the Chicago O'Haire airport so we grabbed the most excellent turkey sandwich I have ever had in my entire life! We proceeded tolook for our gate as there were over 30 United gates. We easily discovered our's by spotting the most flamboyant, bleached out hair, lime green with polkadoted, with matching shoes, gay dude I've ever seen. "Yep, this is the flight to Paris, it's gotta be," I told Aleks.
I'll have to say the reputation about French people is false in that they are not nice to Americans, or any traveler to say the least. We got off our plane and headed through the passport check point. There were about 300 people in this line and it stretched for at least a quarter mile. What was unexpected was a man who worked for the airport happened to stop Aleks and ask her if she had a European Union passport. Yes, she answered and then he looked at me. "United States" I said, and his reply, "The same," in French. He told us to come with him and he took us through the entire line and we got through the line in about 2 minutes in comparison to all of the other people in line who probably are still waiting in line an hour later as I am writing this blog at 3am Memphis time. On the other hand, Aleks' dad had always said the French were dirty people. He was not lying. The Paris airport has to be the dirtiest and unclean airport I've ever been in. If they put this airport right in the middle of a garbage landfill it would fit right in. The whole place is extremely humid and reeks of a foul smell only a French word could describe! I can't wait to get out of here!