Paris inspires me. Everything about it. The people. The architecture. The landscape. The music. The food…..I could live in a French bakery.
You say Laduree…..I will say yes every meal.
My husband and I went to Paris the first time in 2011.
If you know my husband and you know me, you know we are nothing alike when it comes to traveling. I am a care-free, go with the wind, kind of a gal and he is aware, alert, and always on guard. That said, there is not a person on earth I would ever have more fun with.
If something bad happens, I laugh, call it an adventure and move to the next. BEFORE something bad happens, my husband will go straight into protection mode and do anything he can to keep us safe. (Even if we may not be in actual danger.) lol
I call him paranoid. He says he’s smart.
He calls me reckless. I say, I’m living in the moment.
So imagine that while I tell you this story.
We are in Paris. It’s our first night there. We go to the Eiffel Tower, then out to eat at the cutest little cafe right down the street.
Watching someone eat snail was a bit of a culture shock to my All-American husband, but I could tell the city was quickly growing on him.
We got on the train to make our way home after walking along the Seine for a good while.(Although, this pic is obviously during the day.)
We didn’t have any idea when the trains stopped at night so we were rushing to make one back to our hotel. We got on. I sat down and had my nose in a handheld tourist map, while my husband was standing by the door looking at the metro map above it.
We start moving and as we get to the next stop Parker swears he says, “we are going the wrong way,” and hops off. Me being a person that only hears actual words coming from someone’s mouth and not just thoughts, I didn’t hear him. 😏
Out of the corner of my eye I see him jump the gap, so I stand up to follow him. As soon as I get to the door, it slams shut. My hands go up on the glass window and a tiny “ah!” bursts from my throat. With Parker staring at me wide-eyed and terrified from the other side of the glass, the entire car bursts into laughter.
Watching Parker’s face about to go into panic mode as I’m slowly pulled further and further away from him, I yell “I’ll come back!”
I get to the next stop and hop off. I leave the station, cross the road and go back down in order to go back where I came from. As I’m walking down the stairs, it clicks in my head I don’t have one penny, one train ticket, or a phone. It’s dark. It’s late. There are only a few shady characters in my company and as I stand at the turnstile watching car after car go by, I know my husband is back there freaking out.
Hoping that he doesn’t come looking for me just as I’m about to get to him, I make a quick decision. I need to get back to him.
There are two men standing between me and those cars. I don’t know what my punishment will be if this doesn’t work but I have no phone, no money, and we literally just watched Taken, so I know my husband is loosing it watching these cars come back without me in them.
I watch the next car. Take note of a few factors. Look at the first half silver door, then the silver bar at the turnstile, then back up.
Suddenly the next train approaches. I wait and wait. Go! I tell myself.
I run, jump through the half door, then over the silver bar. I sprint far down the platform to the car with the least amount of people at the door — which just happened to be one of the furthest ones down —and as I’m running, I hear someone behind me yell, “excuse me miss!”
I blurt, “I don’t speak English,” jump through the train door and it shuts. I don’t even turn around as we start moving off the platform.
My heart’s racing and my adrenaline is pumping as I make my way to the front of the car. I shake my head, laughing, thinking what they must have thought yelling at me in english and hearing me speak clear english back. :
As I’m standing at the front of the car, hoping my husband didn’t do something irrational, I see him. The train glides into the next station and his is the first face I see. He’s standing right on the edge of the platform when the wall opens up and as our eyes lock when I pass him, he starts running. I watch as he runs through people staying right beside me the whole time, clearly not letting me out of his sight again, since my car would go all the way to the front.
Romance movies over the years flash before before my eyes. It was a sight to see.
The door opens and I step out, laughing uncontrollably. He is not. lol
“What the heck? What took you so long? I thought something had happened and I almost came to you! Why didn’t you get off when I said?” The panic clearly hadn’t subsided at the sight of me. I hugged him, told him what happened and after that we were a little more careful, if for nothing else, his sanity. haha
After speaking to my cousin that lives over there, she told me that I could have gotten in major trouble doing what I did. So whatever it was that kept me safe and kept those two men from taking action, be it a long shift, exhaustion, or a good laugh seeing a crazy american girl run and jump the turnstile, I’m thankful.
From now on, I carry my own money.
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