First days in france story

I probably left off with arriving at CDG after not sleeping on the plane. Thus, I was a bit delirious and had trouble finding (and leading the group of italians who decided to follow me, thinking I knew what I was doing) the baggage claim area. I did get there eventually after asking a few people for directions and wandering around aimlessly. My bags were crazy-heavy so I didnt want to walk very far. According to the map provided by IES, I could walk out any door and catch the bus to Montparnass (the train station in Paris central closest to our hotel), but after waiting for half an hour at the stop, I asked a bus driver who said I had to go all the way down the sidewalk to a different stop. I got on the right bus after about an hour total of waiting and rode to Paris. I sat next to a nice French guy coming back after a semester in Iceland so I fumbled around in fr-ital-ish (french, italian, and english) trying to talk to him, but he spoke some english so it was ok
When i got to Montparnass, I dragged my luggage to the hotel and met one of our directors for the first time, Katie M. She showed me to a room that already had A TON of stuff in it and I freshened up a bit then went with her to get a french phone and join our group.
They were all waiting at the Musee d'Orsay and we got into line and I started trying to learn peoples names and keep them straight. While we were in line, one of the girls in our group dropped her glasssed and they went down into a grate so we were all trying to fish them out until a nice french guy lifted the grate next to it so she could go down and get them. Musee d'Orsay was ok...it was a lot of art that i knew nothing about so Kristine and I ended up just sitting on a bench until the group was ready to leave. Some of us went and had dinner at a little restaurant then toon the metro back to the hotel, meeting the creepiest italian creeper i had yet to meet in the metro station. Why he started talking to me in italian (and more importantly, why I replied in italian) I will never know. But we finally did manage to get rid of him and get back to the hotel. I changed rooms because the one they put me in already had two people in it (thus the crazy amount of luggage).
The nexy day we went to Notre Dame and got to climb all the way to the top and see all of Paris. The view was to die for, in my opinion even better than the Eiffel Tower because you could SEE the eiffel tower and distinguish other places clearly. Plus there were sweet gargoyles everywhere. Unfortunately none of them talked and we never got to see Quasimoto :(
After Notre Dame we were free to explore a bit, so I went with a group to the Arc de Triomph then back to the hotel for a long long nap. The Eiffel Tower was at 7 so I grabbed a crepe on the way and then we took the elevators up (i really felt like that was cheating though). Obviously the view was incredible from there too but it was cold and windy so slighty less enjoyable. BUT as we were leaning taking out pics of the city, some of our friends on a viewing deck below told us to turn around and look up and it was incredible...the tower was lit up and sparkling and we hadnt even noticed. It was absolutely beautiful. We came down and took more pictures of the whole thing from the bottom then went across the street towards all of the other flashing lights (people taking pictures of the tower) and joined them.
We had to go to bed early that night because we were getting up for the early train the next morning...of course when we got to the train station, we had to wait for the 9:30 train anyway so there wasnt much point in being up at the crack of dawn.
When the train came, we had to BOOK IT. Italian trains were MUCH different and I was not expecting at all to have to hurry to find our seats because we were in carriage 19 and it was like an eigth of a mile away. The train went on so far I couldnt even see where it ended. We dragged our luggage all the way down to our car and threw our stuff in so the train wouldnt leave without us. We all made it on, sat down, and began the journey to Nantes...