“Wake Up I Hear Loud Sex!”

My first night here I realized holy crap, we have no ac and no fan. JEEBUS, I am from Houston freaking Texas, I have to have one of the above or a gun. Just kidding, kind of. Me and William sort of panicked until the wind blew. Our room filled with cool air and we both relaxed. William passed out pretty quickly, but I stayed awake, too excited to fall asleep. I mean come on, I was in Paris!! My window looked out to another larger building with many homes. Though our lights were out early due to our long journey, Parisians’ nights were just beginning. I watched people get ready, dance, drink wine, play with their children, it was all so cool. Come three a.m. I got some Tylenol pm and tried to get some sleep and eventually the meds worked and I was out, UNTIL I heard some interesting sounds. I jerked up, and pulled my ear plugs out and immediately poked William.

I stopped and feared that this was just like the movie Hostel!!! (We aren’t even staying in a hostel) I thought it was the sound of suffering, but soon realized, the noises coming from one of my walls was not suffering at all. I immediately got grossed out and poked William again, exclaiming, “William, wake up I hear loud sex!” William’s eyes opened (he did NOT pull his ear plugs out) and as I said, “omg do you hear that? gross! what do we do?” he passed back out. I stood up and decided I would lightly knock on my wall, however the noise stopped. THANK GOD. The next day when I went down from breakfast, I saw my “friends” from next door. They were interesting.

The second night was silent.

Yesterday was our second and it was beautiful. People in Paris seem to be very happy and loving. I noticed this the most when watching the interaction between young children at the Luxembourg Gardens. They are very kind to one another, often hold hands (and YES young boys hold hands with one another without discouragement and without being called gay), and are even very sweet to their parents. Children don’t seem to have fits or cry here. It’s like I’m in some magic land. Maybe it was the park? The atmosphere did seem to enhance a lovey dovey feeling. Everyone was holding hands, riding bikes together, strolling, drinking wine, or doing what me and William did: lying under trees. Yes, Paris is for lovers.