2017 was a big year for Brooke and I: it was our tenth wedding anniversary, and with all of the money we won on losing bets for lasting this long, we decided to take a nice, extravagant (for us) vacation to Paris. The city of love.
My dad dropped us off at Boston's Logan International Airport on Saturday afternoon and we boarded our flight on the now-defunct airline Wow! air out of Iceland. We had a stopover in Reykjavik, and after spending about half of our vacation money on two beers and a vacuum-sealed sandwich, we were back in the air and on our way to Paris. I'll say it here, and I'll say it again at the end of this story: the flight attendants on every flight, both to and from Paris, were so exceptionally beautiful that Brooke and I felt like we were extras in a movie being filmed. But, I digress. We landed at Charles de Gaulle in Paris, rather uneventfully, got our luggage, and proceeded down to the public transportation section of the airport. No way were we gonna blow a hundred bucks on a taxi or bus ride to the city. That's a hundred bucks we could drink and eat, so we had planned ahead and mapped out
My dad dropped us off at Boston's Logan International Airport on Saturday afternoon and we boarded our flight on the now-defunct airline Wow! air out of Iceland. We had a stopover in Reykjavik, and after spending about half of our vacation money on two beers and a vacuum-sealed sandwich, we were back in the air and on our way to Paris. I'll say it here, and I'll say it again at the end of this story: the flight attendants on every flight, both to and from Paris, were so exceptionally beautiful that Brooke and I felt like we were extras in a movie being filmed. But, I digress. We landed at Charles de Gaulle in Paris, rather uneventfully, got our luggage, and proceeded down to the public transportation section of the airport. No way were we gonna blow a hundred bucks on a taxi or bus ride to the city. That's a hundred bucks we could drink and eat, so we had planned ahead and mapped out