Salut mes amis!
I found a nice cheap internet cafe so I should be able to type out a half-decent post at least; grammar and creativity allowing.
The plane encountered some delays so I was about an hour late getting in the airm but I sat between two interesting people so it wasn’t half bad. The woman who gave me my ticket gave me the pick of the litter for seats (I think she liked me, I have a way with 60 year olds…) and I requested a fire exit seat for the extra leg room. She did however neglect to tell me that my seat would be right in front of the stewardess’ chair. Yeah, bye-bye legroom again. Anyways, the plane ride was fairly uneventful: pleasant conversation between fellow passengers and the stewardess, shitty meal, and all that jazz.
Arrived at Charles deGaule airport at around 11:30 and that place is a dump, it reminded me of a changeroom at a public swimming pool. I beelined to the RERm the Parisian metro, and paid the 8 euros to get to Paris instead of the lsightly higher 30 euro airport bus 
Checked into my hostel no problem, once I found the place and immediately met two guys that I approached with “bboys?”. Turns out I was right and we sessioned for a little bit while they were getting our rooms ready and then went out to look around Paris.
We went to the eiffel tower first and took all the standard photos along with all the other tourists and then walked around the park for a little. We decided to stop in at a marché for some food because restaurants are a bit pricier than most in Paris, especially around the tower. We grabbed some cheese and juice and stuff and I stopped in at a bakery for half a baguette and the woman at the counter asked about my accent, who was I to think I could pass as Parisian? So I told her I was Canadian and my friends were from Spain and she got so excited and wanted us to like Paris that she filled a giant bag with fresh (and hopefully un-poisoned) pastries! Nicest lady so far, in retrospect I should have taken a photo with her, damn I hate how hind-sight is 20-20.
On the way back past the eiffel tower we heard the call… “bboys?” There were two other bboys, French and German, waiting under the tower for a third bboy, American. We talked for a bit as we waited and they invited us to go to this big practice at La Defense!
It looked kind of like a scummy mall but the French bboy kept saying it was “the street” and that Parisian bboys “keep it real”. He was super nice and we shook hands with all the bboys at the session, apparently if you don’t it’s a huge insult and there will be beef. Met some more cool bboys and watched a guy get attacked by a pet bulldog.
So my first day, despite delays and terrible weather (cold and rainy) was awesome. I can sum up my second day as completely uneventful because laziness struck the Spaniards that I foolishly stuck with a second day and we did nothing, so we will never speak of this day again.
I’ll be going back to that practice again so hopefully I can finagle a tour guide out of one of the people there
Adieu mes amis! I will blog again when I have the time.