Ok so we changed our plans around Chrisâ€™s parents. We were going to go to England from Spain and then work our way south. The original goal was to hit north and then get out as fast as possible before it got too cold. But, you only live once right , and the odds of Chris seeing his parents in Paris ever again were slim, so this seemed like a good idea. Good idea until you throw insomnia and a night train to Paris on board. Good idea until you realize that after sitting in the train station and a McDonalds for 5 hours that their flight was not arriving today at noon, but arrived YESTERDAY at noon and that there was no way to find them currently as they were probably engrossed at the Louvre all day. AARRGGHHH!!!!!!!! Ok so change of plans, no free floor space at their hotel, drag our crap all over town to find our own hostel and then go back to their hotel like a total of 5 times to leave notes before finally reaching them by email (which they thankfully checked at the Louvre). Poor things, I bet they wondered where we were yesterday. And I thought that two different languages created a language barrier. Sometimes, even English can.