Our first night lost in Paris, sleeping under the stars.

Well, it all started out well, we arrived at the terminal from London shortly after 9pm, and found our train. The next train we needed was delayed (I think) so we  took another and got off at our stop for our couchsurfing host and started walking in the right direction (for the most part). Finding the place was to hard, but once we got there, we discovered we needed a code to get into her place. With no wifi within 20 minutes, we decided to explore a little for somewhere closer with wifi. Nope. Nothing. We kept walking back past her place, hoping she'd maybe come down to check for us (we'd told her we were 20 minutes away). 

At one point, I crossed the road and looked way up at all the windows, wondering which was hers, could I throw a pebble to the right window? I decided this was a very bad idea. Plus, I knew I'd never be able to throw high enough to reach a window ( or aim at a window). 

Terri's phones dies, and I realize mines only at 20 percent. (Plus the neighbourhood was a little sketchy on the way over). At one point, a local tryed to help us, but the number we had for our host didn't work when we used her phone to call. 

By now its well past 11 o'clock and we are really running out of options. 

Maybe we should just sleep in bush? 

Find a cheap hotel? 

Walk past her place again? 

Find a pay phone? 

Walk to the last spot with wifi? 

I guess option 1 is our best bet. 

Just kidding. 

We decided we'd better walk the long walk back to the wifi, with our backpacks feeling heavier and heavier with each step. 

On the way, we started to worry it might be to late to go to her place, what if she's asleep? What then? Find that bush? 

Luckily for us, she was still up when we finally messaged her (around 12:30, with my phone at 8%). We got the code, and trudged to her place, for the last time that night. 

We arrived by 12:45, finally. (Of course her place was on the fifth floor, with so many stairs!) It was small, but cute inside, she had no windows in the main room, but two skylights, so for our first night in Paris, we slept beneath the stars.