I Can't Let You Go

Chapter 14

Lindy's POV
It was 4:30 in the morning and we were loading onto the bus. After a half an hour ride to the airport, we would then take an eight hour plane ride until we arriving at Paris at around 1 pm our time, which is 8 pm their time. We had today and tomorrow to do whatever we wanted, and then 3 days of guided tours, classes, etc., and the last day was also a free day. I couldn't wait to be in Paris!
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I stepped off the plane and stretched my legs.
"Finally! We're here!" I exclaimed.
As we stepped off, a man greeted us, "Bienvenue à Paris! (Welcome to Paris!)"
"Excuse me?" Jasmine snapped, assuming he was saying something rude.
"I think he's just greeting us, Jaz." I explained.
"I spent the past semester in French class, and they didn't teach me this!" Logan rolled his eyes.
"Adolescents américains...(American teenagers...)" The man laughed.
"Let's just go." Jasmine said as she dragged us away.
"Bon voyage!(Have a nice trip!)" He exclaimed.
"Dude, we're not going on a boat!" Logan shouted as we left. Even though I tried to hold it in, I still laughed at Logan's comment.
We walked out of the airport and onto the busy street. It was beautiful! There were so many lights, so many people, and so many different businesses.
"Taxi! Please! We need to go to our hotel!" Logan screamed across the street.
"Logan, come on, we all know that they won't understand that. Taxi is English." I giggled.
"Fine then, Ms. French, tell us what that is in French!" Jasmine said as I grabbed my phone out of my book bag and used my translator app.
"It does mean taxi in French." I laughed.
"For once, I was right!" Logan grinned.
A cab pulled up on the side of the road, "Vous les enfants ont besoin d'un taxi? Où allez-vous? (You kids need a taxi ride? Where are you going?)"
"Taxi to hotel!" Logan exclaimed as he pulled open the taxi door and sat down, "Come on! Start moving!"
"Monsieur, pouvez-vous nous emmener à Paris France Hôtel? (Sir, can you take us to Paris France Hotel?)" I asked.
"Oui." The cab driver said as all three of us got in.
"Since when could you speak such fluent French?" Jasmine asked.
"Since I got an app on my phone." I laughed.
"Well, you can delete that app, because I know how to say taxi in French. All you need is a Logan!" He was being serious, but I still found it funny. We traveled down a couple blocks and eventually arrived at our hotel.
"Ici, vous êtes à votre destination. Amusez-vous bien! (Here you are at your destination. Have a good time!)" The driver unlocked our doors and grinned.
"Thanks, bro." Logan held up his hand for a high five, but the cab driver just gave him a dirty look, so we left. When we arrived at the hotel, it was stunning.
"Welcome to the Paris France Hotel." A lady greeted us at the front desk.
"Finally, someone who speaks our language!" Jasmine exclaimed.
"Well, actually, to check in, I'm going to direct you down to those counters behind me." She directed us to where to go.
"Bonjour! Combien d'entre vous sont de rester ce soir? (Hello! How many of you are staying tonight?)" A lady with a nametag that said Camille asked.
"She's asking us how many are staying tonight. At least you know your numbers, right Logan? Tell her how many." I suggested.
"Tres!" He exclaimed.
"Logan, you're speaking the wrong language!" I rolled my eyes.
"Sinco?" Logan looked confused.
"Bonne chose il est mignon, parce qu'il ne salt rien de parler francais! (Good thing he's cute, because he knows nothing about speaking French!)"
"Um, lady, I just got a translator app too, and now I know what you said. Back off! He's my boyfriend!" Jasmine shouted.
"Chanceux! Il semble que bon dans une chemise bleue... (Lucky you! He sure looks good in a blue shirt...)" She looked lovestruck.
"Gracias!" Logan exclaimed. The lady handed me a receipt and a card with our room number and key. Logan put his arm around Jasmine and we began walking to our room.