Flights and fatigue

Here I am! I write this to you all the way from Paris, France where their keyboards have the letters in all the wrong places and I'm forced to type slowly as a result of not yet having an adapter for my laptop. I am running low on energy. Haven't slept in over 30 hours and with the excitement and stresses of travelling and whatnot, it's definitely catching up to me. I hit waves of energy and then sink lower into being tired. But overall it hasn't been terrible.

The flight from Toronto to London went really well. No problems and we could watch our progress of where we were in our flight on the screen in front of us. And I may or may not have watched Madagascar 3 as well. We made it to Heathrow on time. We went through security with no problems and sat down to wait for our flight. It was cancelled. We got tickets for another flight leaving at 11:40. It was delayed. We finally pulled up out of there after 12:30, after 6 hours of sitting in the airport. The flight from London to Paris took like no time at all. I barely had enough time to swallow the trail mix and apple juice they gave me before they were telling us to put on our seatbelts for landing.

Sara, Rachel and I took a taxi to our residence (l'Union Chrétienne de Jeunes Filles at 22 rue de Naples, 75008, Paris, France if anyone cares to know and/or send mail). Save for the signs being in French, the highways looked like Toronto, covered in some snow and everything. However, the downtown streets are insane!!! Cars pull out anywhere and pedestrians almost get hit and everything is super fast paced and you basically think you're going to die the whole time. Half of the driving they do would not pass with the cops in Ontario. But we finally made it to the residence safely.

Mlle Perols, the lady who basically runs the show here at l'UCJF, met us when we  got there and we checked in and everything (my VISA taking two smaller transactions over one big one...prayer for that would be great). The building is old and looks really cool. The fluent speaking French people however cause me to feel like I have no place and no right to be here. It could be because I'm tired and can't really focus on anything, but comprehending what all the fluent people are saying is difficult and I can't last long speaking in French. I guess I have to be somewhat lenient with myself - I've only been here for a few hours. We still even get lost in the building (problems with having two sets of stairs).

So basically, I'm about to crash. Lots to do tomorrow (getting a phone and a metro pass and an adapter for my laptop so I don't have to use this messed up one anymore). Thank you for your prayers!! They mean so much to me and I've felt them helping me today. Please pray for my mind to grasp the French auickly and that I wouldn't be afraid to make mistakes. No one's perfect all the time.