For the rest of us, Paris was familiar. We had maneuvered the busy Champs Elysee, we had conversed with French waiters, we had eaten pastries for breakfast and each of us had crossed the Seine River. But for James, it was new. It was foreign. And he hadn’t slept one second of the seven hour flight over. As can be expected, the first day was challenging. While three of us felt well-rested and ready to immerse ourselves into the culture we had all fallen in love with a year before, it was clear one of us, did not. But he tried. It didn’t help that we walked a little too far, drank a little too much, and stayed out a little too long for that first day in Paris. So, before sunset, we all fell into our beds and hoped the next day would be easier.