One leg down, and still have all my body parts

I am unsure as of why, but it appears that I have terrible luck when it comes to traveling.  Whether it be blocked in the Paris airport for 3 days due to a snow storm in Philadelphia or delayed an hour or two because an "unidentified mysterious box" was found near the boarding gate, all of these infamous travel instances that people dread always seem to happen to me.  For the past few days, flights from Pittsburgh to Paris, with a connection in Philadelphia, has been arriving at least 15 minutes early (according to my caring and persistent mother--Hi Mom!!); however, for one strange reason or another, my flight today arrived 30 minutes late into Philadelphia.  "Luckily," as I was sprinting to gate A23 to my Paris-bound plane, that was supposed to start boarding five minutes ago, with 50 lbs. of luggage around my neck (no joke), the Departure Board caught my eye and I saw that my flight was delayed an hour and a half.  Needless to say, although delays are dreadful (especially whenever you have been waiting the past two years of your life for the return to your scheduled destination), I was thankful for this one.  And now I even have the chance to commence my first blog as an "aspiring, demi French woman!"

For all of you who are worrying as I travel--and I do not blame you in the least, for travel can and often is a stressful and scary experience alone--my flight to Paris is scheduled to leave at 7:45pm.  As I sit typing this blog, looking out the window at the arriving planes, and beginning to be frozen to death by the blasting air-conditioning breathing down my neck, I see my plane arriving!  It won't be long now.  I love you all and thank you so much for such wonderful influences in my my life and making it so utterly wonderful :) And a special thanks to you Mom and Dad for making all of this possible.  I love you.

T-13 hours until the "Royal Meeting" between Benoît and I!

Talk to you soon :)