Paris baby!

Well today was the most arduous journey of my life, but I've made it to Foyer Tolbiac (my dorm) and I'm alive and well. I even hung on to all my crap. Today wasn't supposed to be so long or difficult, but traveling has a way of throwing in crappy surprises.
The first leg of the journey was Chicago to Munich. We left about an hour and a half late, but there was an adorable little girl sitting next to me chattering away in German, so it was at least amusing. We drew pictures :). I passed out pretty quickly after takeoff, and it was the usual on-and-off type of crappy airplane sleep, but I arrived in Munich with enough wits about me to realize we'd come in so late that I'd missed my flight to Paris.
My friend Laura was supposed to pick me up at the airport at 10:30 in Paris, but here I was still in Munich at 10:30, so I got a new flight, and freaked out a bit trying to figure out how to get a hold of her, thinking she was waiting there. They have sweet little pod-looking rooms in the Munich airport with computers in them, so I searched for her online, to no avail.
The flight to Munich was fine, I got a window seat and it was cool to see the snow in little pockets throughout the countryside. I mostly napped though.
Munich to the dorm was the most difficult leg of the journey though. I was getting in about 6 hours later than expected so I knew I'd find no Laura or help of any kind. I had to get a purse, a backpack, a fiddle, a huger backpack, and a huge rolly bag across the city with my puny little 100lb body. And it was rush hour!
Needless to say I got stepped on a lot on the train, but I kept a hand on every bag and nothing got taken or anything. There are a shit-load of stairs on the way, but I actually got a lot of help from people. It was so sweet, they saw me struggling and helped lift a lot. I was tentative to let anyone hold a bag without it being attached to one I was holding as well, but one lady by the end insisted and she seemed nice, so it worked out well. People were really nice with directions too, one older couple kept detailing the way the streets change names to make sure I knew I was going the right way.
There was almost a big problem when I got to the dorm. The lady said I wasn't supposed to come in till tomorrow. Im standing there sweating with all these bags i just dragged across the city thinking, seriously? So I said, well I'm here now, is there anything I can do? She went and talked with some people and returned with "tu as de la chance," the best words ever. I've got a single room, it's tiny, but wonderful. I'm living in Paris!!! A dungheap would be heaven
Well I got a hold of Laura (who incidentally got sick this morning and didn't have to wait clueless at the airport) and Antonia and Stef, and we're about to go out to a bar, so I'll catch you later!