J’arrive en France

So.   I got here, but not without some problems.  All my flights were on time, and once I got to Paris, I passed through customs in like ten minutes, and from there my bag was like the third bag at baggage claim.  So I went through in probably around 30 minutes from the plane out to the airport lobby place. But then I had to wait for the CIEE people, who, as far as I knew, were going to be here at ten o’clock (I had to pay for internet in order to get this info 1.90€), so I hung out at the arrivals place, because I assumed that they would come there.  But by 9:30ish, I started to get anxious because I figured any respectable study abroad group would get to the airport before the time that they said they would arrive in order to get ready.  Ten o’clock passes…10:15. I ask the information desk if they have any information about my situation.  I finally went up to another group of study abroad people waiting for students and asked them.  They for some reason thought I was a part of their group, and so did I, because I figured they went to the same place as the CIEE people.  So I got into a cab with some of their students, only to be taken out of the cab when the director realized I wasn’t one of them.  Good thing we didn’t finish leaving the airport before then.  Anyways, this director didn’t know any phone numbers, so she called her office to have them look some up and call her back.  That was taking too long for me.  I was supposed to be at the hotel by noon, and here it was 11:15. So, I had to bite the bullet and pay for another internet session.  I also had to turn on my computer.  That was enough to about kill me with how long it was taking.  I finally got the number like ten minutes later, and she called the director of my program, who by God’s grace hadn’t left because he had the bus drive by again to make sure there were no extra students.  So I walked over to that terminal’s arrivals gate (I only thought that there was the one that I was at) and met him and left with the rest of the group.  All this time with my 37.5 pound backpack on my back, carrying my guitar, and pulling my carry-on bag.  Relief was being felt by me, that is for sure.