A Weekend In Paris...Revisted

This is a story of my first night and the pilgrimage to our hostel from my weekend in Paris. It sounds glamorous— I know, but this is one of those "it's funny now, but in the moment I thought I was going to die" stories. This one time … during my semester abroad,the opportunity arose for Carly, Adam, and I to go to Paris for a weekend. We caught the last flight into the city, and we had to catch a bus into the city. To catch a train to get to our hostel. This trip to Paris was my first time in a major foreign city so imagine my concern when the bus driver starts driving like a bat out of hell. Then after 20 minutes of the journey he pulls over on an empty side street LEAVES THE BUS AND WALK

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