My stop-over in New York was quick. It seemed that it was a full flight to Paris too. This is it, if I board this plane, I was on my own. I didn't even have Kerwin's contact number in Paris and didn't even have any cash! I rushed to the ATM and took out some money for emergency. It felt weird to NOT know anything and be unprepared. I was out of my element, I was not in control. But I would be liar if I said I wasn't enjoying it, even just a little.

I was asleep for most of the 6 hour flight to Paris. I wanted to get to there so I could open the second letter. Most people would probably open the letter way back in Seattle, but not me I thought. I guess I have a lot of faith in Kyle and Kerwin. I waited until the captain said "Flight attendants prepare for landing" until I opened the letter. Technically, the plane was hovering over Paris, so therefore I was following instructions.

Inside the envelope were 2 notes and 45 euros. The letter instructed me to take a cab to a certain place in Montmarte. I have been there before so I felt a sense of relief. I had an idea where that was. Also, I have European money. I didn't have to stall at Charles de Gaulle airport.

I gave the note that read "Les marches devant, Sacre Coeur a Montmartre" to the cab driver. He quickly said "Oui" and smiled. It felt like the longest cab ride I've taken, and the fact that the meter running fast didn't help. It better stay under 45 euros, I said to myself, that's all I had.

I could see from the window that we were nearing the city. It felt so adventurous to be in Paris on that day, with no idea what's in store for me. It was cloudy and cold, but exciting none the less. I paid 35 euros to the driver when he dropped me off at the top of the hill of Montmarte. I was impressed how exact and precise all the planning was - even the cab ride was well calculated. Phew.