After having settled into my hectic hostel in Munich (I live in a room with 39 other people) , I got to thinking about how I felt about Paris. Here are my concluding remarks:
At first, I truly did not like Paris. Dare I say, I kind of hated it. There was not enough of a culture shock for me. I felt like I was in NYC, but everybody spoke French instead. There was so much hype about going hither and tither... and it was not living up to its reputation. Perhaps it was the fact that I was living in bumblefuck 11 arr. It was kind of near the Bastille, which has some fun things in that area, but far enough away where it was a pain to get there.
Dude, no joke, they are playing the most stereotypical German techno in the hostel right now. "I'm dropping acid in Munich!"
Anyway, with each passing day, I seemed to enjoy Paris a little bit more. So much so, that by the end I kind of wished I could have had a few more days there. I think I am going to stick with my plan of transferring from the Munich branch of the tour guide company to the Paris branch come November. Houli will kill me otherwise. I need to see more of this city.
So far today, I've made a couple of tour guide friends. The current order of business is to study up on my Munich history in preparation for the "certification" process. I don't have any worries though. My nerdom prepared me.