We departed from SFO on Thursday afternoon, and after a non-eventful, non-stop flight on Air France, we landed in Paris midday on Friday the 13th. Now, I have always considered the so-called bad luck day as good luck (Sam and I had our first date on a Friday the 13th ), and when we got on the RER train, which was to take us all the way to Arcueil/Cachan station, only a few blocks from Eva's apartment, everything seemed to be going our way. However, when we arrived at the Gare du Nord (one of the train stations on the edge of the city), our train stopped and we were informed there was a one day strike. Our train could not cross Paris to the south eastern suburb we needed to get to!
Being very tired, having just traveled for about 17 hours total travel time, dragging our luggage through the crowded train station, and with about €42 in my purse (leftover from a previous trip), we decided to hail a taxi and hope we had enough cash to make it to Arcueil. Luckily, it was just enough! Our driver was very friendly, and made a real effort to get us to our destination as quickly as possible, but the traffic we encountered, was unbelievable! Due to the mass transit strike, everybody was in their cars instead, creating exceptionally bad traffic jams, and making our trip take twice as long and costing twice as much! Still, when we finally arrived in front of Eva's building, the meter read €41, and as I said, luckily, we had just enough! Now, our “vacation” could begin!
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