In 6 days it will be noon in Paris :)

Today I called up my first hotel in Paris to re-confirm my reservation.  I don't know what I was expecting, but the man answered in French!  Like, "duh" right? I had an instant jolt of adrenaline and all the French phrases I knew flew right out the window.  He knew English, but by the time I realized it, I was already a giddy fool, trying to explain that I was an American calling to confirm my reservation.  There was no need to say "I'm an American" because when he confirmed my upcoming arrival, I blurted out "AWESOME, OMG!"  Yeah....he knew then I was an American.  Following that, I drove to work but don't remember doing so, and yet I did arrive there, high as a kite thanks to the kick from my adrenal gland.  I only remember my car speakers belting out Kings of Leon "Your Sex Is On Fire" for all to hear in the parking lot of the hospital when I got to work.  Was I singing that for the past 4 minutes?  Was the window down?  I can see the sheer rush of foreign travel has already begun.