Like every girl’s wildest dream, spending a few days in the city of love, in December, was my dream come true. After riding the plane to Paris, I spent the whole time on the plane both alert and trying to calm my heartbeat from excitement. Little did I know that my fantasy was about to turn into my biggest nightmare.
After taking the bus from the airport to the city, not knowing our exact stop and whether we passed it or not, we finally decided to hop off the bus clueless of where we were. We found a huge map, with the streets written except for ours. After, finally, finding someone who spoke English, we literally wished he hasn’t as he said “no, no, no. You aren’t even near, this street is not in the center of Paris, it’s on the outskirts of Paris.”
Trying to contain our shock, we headed towards the metro station, but unfortunately my friend, in front of my own eyes got squashed between both: the metro doors and the station doors. Screaming and trying to open the doors were absolutely useless. Eventually, a man was able to free her bruised body. Shortly after, we rode the metro and after around an hour, we reached our station. We tried to look at the bright side while going up the stairs towards our hotel. And it seemed like all doors were closed in our face.
Turns out that our neighborhood, was in other words, a dark color completely vulgar hood. From shocked to scared, we walked fearful down the road till we finally reached the hotel and checked in, only to be greeted by a cockroach in the bathroom. But on the bright side, Disney awaited the next day.
Of course, Disney day was my absolute favorite. Being the Disney lover I am, just being there made it the happiest day of my life. We also, rode the rides I would never ride alone, the kind of rides you regret half way, and pray to get out alive rides. But to top that, we watched a cheerful “wonderful world” parade with all my favorite Disney characters! And to be honest, that was the only “wonderful” day throughout that trip.
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The last day was insane. We woke up at 4 a.m., on someone’s voice saying their last prayers in Arabic, then police sirens everywhere. With the fist strike of light, we headed downtown. In the metro, my friend who was sitting peacefully got hit on the head by a dark skinned woman, for no apparent reason. After the huge fight in the metro, and finally arriving to the Arc De Triumph’s station, we figured out the president was passing by, so the closed it and we had to walk. Thinking we were in a parade, and cheering at the top of our lungs, we figured out that people looked at us like we were crazy people because we were laughing in a memorial.
Later, at night, we arrived home safely, but woke up in the middle of the night to our parents’ calls, making sure that we were safe and sound, as the Paris bombing occurred that night, only 2 stations away from our neighborhood.