[duck with quinoa and broccili and goat cheese apricot salad on the side]
We said goodbye to Spain with mixed feelings today. Part of us wanted to linger, to absorb some more meaning or magic from our epic journey. The other part was eager to be on our ways.
We had breakfast at the cafe down the street and then caught a cab to the airport. We joked that at a measly 10 km away, the airport was well within walking distance. The Santiago airport is everything airports should be: Large enough to still have all the basic airport amenities, but completely uncrowded and minus the lines. Our flight was uneventful and we arrived in Paris without incident.
We took a bus from the airport to the Paris Opera and then made our way to our AirBnB in the 9th district. For those of you unfamiliar with the 9th, it’s near, well, the opera. We are also near Montmartre, and not too far away from Notre Dame and the Musee D’Orsey. The AirBnB is like what would happen if my apartment in Connecticut had a baby with E’s apartment in SF. That is, it’s very small – it’s honestly a toss up as to whether or not it’s smaller than the SF apartment – and it’s a converted attic (thankfully it has AC, because it’s supposed to be in the 90’s the next few days). It has a TV and WiFi is included; there’s a shower, but no bath and a stove, but no oven. All in all, I think it will make a very comfortable home for us during the next week.
We did some grocery shopping and E made the above for dinner. After dinner we did some laundry and are now just waiting for the sun to go down so we can feel less lame about going to bed.