MICAYLA 

Paris, France || Oh what an adventure Paris has been already... Turns out I only know about 6 words in French and none of them could help me find the room we were staying in. This of course was after I nearly thought we would miss our flight, Jessie's sandwich squired sauces all over the floor of the metro station in Malaga, and we somehow stumbled on the apartment building after wandering the streets for a good twenty minutes. However, I, being the novice Airbnb user that I am, forgot to ask for the room number of the apartment and/or for directions of how to be buzzed in. Praise the good Lord a stranger was nice enough to let us use their phone, otherwise we would've had to set up a makeshift camp down in the lobby. But instead, I'm here, with mandatory house slippers on my feet, about to pass out from exhaustion.