Lost in Paris

Chapter Five

Free at last! Finally I was out of the airport. We were about an hour behind schedule because of the airport lost my Mothers bags then finally after an hour of searching they found them. My mom was pacing as we waited for the taxi. The air was warm, it smelled of fresh cut grass. Although my bag was heavy I felt weightless, I finally got what I wanted.

When we squished into the taxi we all realized we don't know French, which would have been something we would have liked to know before we packed up and left for France.
"Où voulez-vous aller?" The driver spoke. My mom pulled out Google Translate and butchered something in French. Apparently the driver understood Mom's gibberish and began to drive.

Paris was beautiful. The brick streets lined with trees and beautiful old buildings. Everything I had dreamt it would be. My mom sat beside me and complained about being late, she was starting to sound like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. My dad sat beside her and silently agreed. We only had three days in Paris and they decided to complain the whole time? This is why I didn't get my parents.

We arrived at the hotel an hour behind schedule, which drove my mother nuts. We stood in the lobby and waited to be checked in. The young receptionist was behind and was scrambling to get the keys of the family three groups in front of us. I was starving, all I had eaten that day was peanuts on the plane. I glanced out of the large windows of the lobby and noticed a cafe.
"Mom, can I go get some food from the cafe across the street?" I asked. My mother glanced out the window then back at me.
"Fine but don't talk to strangers and be careful crossing the street," she agreed reluctantly, sounding like she was taking to an irresponsible seven year old.
"Thanks Mom!" I yipped as I hurried outside.

I rushed across the street and opened the door of the cafe. As soon as I opened the door the wonderful smell of fresh bread crept out. I got in line and started to think about what to order. When I arrived at the counter I had already Googled how to say "I would like a ham sandwich". I was supposed to say "Je vousdrais une sandwich au jambon" but it sounded more like "Jay vo-dras one sandwich ow jam-bomb" but the women seemed to understand me and handed me a delicious looking sandwich. As I turned to leave the cashier yelled "Aye!" I realized I haven't paid. I reached in my jean pocket and realized I had no cash.