Summer Blog Post #1

Let's face it, nobody wants to be in Abu Dhabi during the summer. It's a hot mess and anyone who has been there during that hellish time of year can attest to that. So like a proper UAE resident I fled the heat and headed for a climate more suitable for actual human beings. After a couple flights and a short stop in Rome I found myself in The City of Light, also known as Paris. Despite having been to France multiple times I never seemed to make it to Paris. I had a tendency to stay in the mountains or on the sunny beaches, so this was my first glimpse of the city.

As we began our descent I kept my eyes glued to the landscape that was rapidly passing by. After mistaking three distant radio towers as the Eiffel Tower, I began to grow impatient at the seemingly never ending landing. Finally I felt the wheels meet the ground and breathed a quick sigh of relief. I walked away from the baggage carousel with all of my luggage and I said a quick thank you to the god of airports for keeping my bags safe and then hopped in a cab to head to the hotel.


Now one thing they never tell you in movies or books is that sunset in Paris seems to be running a bit behind. I stepped out of my hotel and had to do a quick double take at the sky and then at my phone. My phone told me it was about 9:30 p.m. but the sky was telling me a completely different story. It was deceivingly bright out and could have been mistaken for 7:30 p.m. back home in Abu Dhabi. As I sat in a restaurant eating  dinner and listening to a French man butcher Nirvana karaoke, I realized that I was beginning to fall in love with this strange city.