As you’ve already seen from my post about Barcelona, I went to Paris this past week. It was marvelous! I never thought I’d love France so much! I was a little, or a lot depending on what time of day you saw my facial expression, nervous about figuring out how to get to our hostel. We realized our plane was later than we thought which means arriving at our hostel around 11:30pm. Not something I’d imagine someone lending their house to strangers would like. Fortunately, our Airbnb host was a fantastic human being and said she’d gladly meet us at 11:30pm. Come to find out that she was actually living…