It is a crazy life we live

Today, we arrived in Paris after a long exhausting flight. Kelley experienced her time in business class and we had great fun playing with all the buttons for the seat. After our 3 course meal I took a sleeping pill and conked out and the others tossed and turn. Poor Kendra was stuck back in coach with an evil lady in front of her. After we got off the plane came the fun part. We attempted to find tickets for the metro. We bought what we assumed were tickets for the metro (only 4 euros for 3 so no big whoop) and then we tried to insert them into the machine to use them only to find that they didn't work. I asked for help only to be guided in the wrong direction again. Finally, we were pointed in the right direction and we bought our metro tickets. While on the 1st metro we grew incredibly confused because the routes were not direct. A small French Asian man helped explain the system to us and got us on our way. After changing trains three times and dealing with Kendra's 2 giant suitcases, we disastrously made it to our hostel. Unfortunately, our rooms would not be available until 3:00 so we checked our bags and set out for our first adventure, The Catacombs. On our metro ride over there a man playing the accordion joined in on our overcrowded fun and filled the car with music. We also learned something very valuable that we take advantage in America, respect for "The Bubble" (aka personal space). You just don't get that kind of valuable room in France. On our way to the catacombs, we stopped to get a snack. Kendra and I got the French specialty, Nutella Crepes, and Kelley got a sandwich. We made our way to the Catacombs which were right across the street from the metro station. We waited in line for a little over an hour but finely made it in. After a winding, and dizzying, flight of stairs down not the heart of Paris we made it into the Catacombs. It was a rocky and windy path, where I definitely rolled my ankle several times. Eventually, we came to a part with standing water and as Kendra puts it she stepped in "dead people juices." Also, while attempting to take a picture of the skulls and bones she backed up and hit a sign, freaking out thinking she hit the skeletons. The graves were intense and just seemed to go on forever. In addition, me at my 5'7 height almost scraped my head several times so any one taller than me must have had a major annoying time. When we finally made it to the end, we had to hike up some more twisting stairs but these were steep and left us even more exhausted by the time we were done. On our way back to our hostel we got asked to join some older French men at a cafe and were slightly confused because of the exhaustion and walked away saying we had to go. We've made it to our hostel and are all tired at 5:30 pm. Kendra is already passed out. I'm staying awake for a while to ensure adjustment to time and I also have a ridiculously squeaky bed but I guess that is what earplugs are for. Kelley and I both took showers that required you to press a button every 2 seconds to keep the water going and the shower itself was smaller than a phone booth. But at least it is fairly clean. Tomorrow we should be doing some more touristy stuff and even more pain to the feet.