Wait. Important update: there ARE fresh (non-packaged) chocolate croissants in the café we're sitting in. Thank you.

Here is a copy of an email sent to my parents: 


Helloooo, 

I am in Paris, and you are paying four euro for this email. We'll be leaving in a couple of hours for India, and it is really really really hot in this airport. Like we've sweated all of our make up off, and look like we have been working out for hours. But okay, just wanted to tell you that we made it 1/3 of the way there.

Christiane

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This airport has no air conditioning. We made a couple of friends on the flight over. All professors, go figure. =p Paris is home to many different types of people. However, all we see are Indians. They do not have Nutella crepes here, yet. Unfortunately. That's the main reason I came to this airport. Disappointment doesn't cloud this journey though, as there are chocolate croissants. Yummy! Allison complains however, that they are packaged. Not good enough for her. (Allison claims she has standards because she has "lived in Europe".) (Now I'm getting scolded for putting that in quotes.) 

Anyway, as the French say, huh huh huh.

Jk....short story before leaving. As the plane started to leave Logan Airport, I texted everyone "Bon Voyage." This is apparently NOT something you say to people you're leaving, it's something that people say to you when you're leaving. Oh well. Allison and I are crying about this right now. 

Next Stop: Bangalore.