A quick post here only in English before my word goes French for a while. I am currently sitting at the airport in Paris (CDG) wondering what I got myself into. Maybe it’s the dazed look in my eyes or the smile, but somehow everyone seems to know you’re American. The first two flights went well. The one to Atlanta was very quick, but flying to Paris was a bit rougher. My seat got changed at the last minute for some reason, so unfortunately I did not have the window upon which to lay my head. Probably got a solid 4 hours of sleep. Fortunately, I skipped ahead 5 hours into the future so I will be going to bed quite early tonight. The world also is making a nice transition in to French, with no French in KCI to half-French on the flight to almost all French in Paris and then completely immersed in Dakar (at least, I am assuming). If the flight hadn’t been over night, I would have like to ask the French couple sitting next to me about the election, I was wondering if they were excited that Macron won. One thing nobody tells you to prepare for is how to use toilets in other parts of the world (I could elaborate but feel as if this is not the place to do it… I would be happy to discuss the matter further if anyone would like). Some airports are eerily quiet and unless the person next to me looks mighty friendly I do not feel like striking up a conversation. I am simply looking forward to arriving. One final note, I figured it would be best to err on the side of too many pictures for the blog than not enough, so forgive me if I make you scroll quite a way down each post. The next post will be from Senegal!