Where is my Alice in Woderland Cookie.....

I woke up this morning with no idea where I was, it was like waking up from a dream, not realizing your awake and blissfully live those final few moments of your deam over and over again. After realizing that it's not 2 in the morning but is in fact 8am (which explained the bright sunsine streaming through my window) I reluctantly exited my bed.  Yesterday afternoon did not exactly go as planned. After a quick drop of my luggage off at the apartment I wanted to head over to Père Lachase cemetary to pay hommage to one of my favorite author's Ernest Hemmingway as well as Jim Morrison. However upon exiting the apartment, I got lost. Now, I am from NY and have spent enough weekends in NYC to be able to tell you how to get somewhere just from the direction your facing on the street. But Paris streets are a labrinth they have no order and make no sense, all with no particular reason in mind, they just don't. Getting lost was really okay with me, it gave me the chance to explore my neighborhood, as well as pick up somethings for dinner. Saving Père Lachase for another day was fine by me. What wasnt fine however was returning to my apartment, only to not be able to open the door. The keys went in, they turned ,but no door opened. What the heck.... Was I supposed to say some sort of password. I began wispering loving and encouraging words in the little french that I know to the door, hoping it would take pity on me. It didn't. After 30 minutes of playing with it, beating it, and smacking my head against it, it still refused to open. But the Neighbor's door did. Just as I was in the midsts of one of my "PLEAAAAAAASE open door" shaking and pounding episodes. I gestured frantically trying to get her to understand and to please make it open. After putting the keys in the lock and shoving frantically upon the door, she understood. Imagine if you will, a young American woman and a middle aged Parisian woman not speaking to each other but making wide and at times very strange jestures with their hands. Thinking back on it now causes me to break out into random giggles! Anyways, she couldn't get the door open either and after thanking her profusly I reluctantly let her go do her Grocery Shopping. Another hour passed with no one else appearing out of the 7th floor elevator, even though I begged God to bring someone, who ever he sent must also have gotten lost in the streets around the building, I bargined with God okay I didnt need someone else but at least send me a cookie so I can grow big like Alice, so I can cry tears that will allow me to float through the key hole, no cookie appeared. A full 2 hours after I first tried to get into the apartment (at this point the food I had bought was slowly melting, and becoming one with the carpet in the hallway, due to the high tempeture in this building, they must not have gotten the memo about Air conditioning) the neighbor lady returns from her shopping and with a shocked face finds me kneeling on the welcome mat begging the door to open or at least throw a pillow out so I can take a nap. Her husband appears behind her and mercifully speaks a little bit of english. I expain to him what is wrong and he proceeds to open the door in, and this is no exaggeration, 7 seconds. I fall to my knees with thanks and promise them my first born child in return and they simply smile and try to inch away from me as fast as they can. Needless to say I was extremly distraught and exhausted by the time I closed the door behind me, not bothering to put anything away I extract one of the wine bottles I had purchased from a bag and start drinking, standing up, no glass, straight from the bottle. After calming down, I was able to put things away, make a small dinner and sit and enjoy my beautiful balcony, as well as the rest of that bottle of wine. Yes I am not ashamed to say I drank the WHOLE thing. I went to bed exhaused but extreamly happy!

The door and I are still not on good terms
but I have high hopes that by the end of this
vacation I will be able to call it my friend.