I had never considered how a horse might fly, but the Keflavik airport has shown me. Apparently they fly in small sheds on cargo planes. I am unsure if they get an in flight meal.
I am writing this from Orly (an outskirt of Paris) now. I find that I did not really "mentally prepare" to be in France. I did not feel any special draw to Paris or France, I merely planned what was "necessary" to start in the "right" place. In reality, since it's a pilgrimage, you can start from anywhere. The Camino Frances is simply the most popular route, and therefore the one I decided to do as it seemed more "authentic".
I spent so long thinking about my time in Spain, that I seem to automatically default to thinking any odd behavior I see is some Spanish culture... It takes me a minute to remember I'm in France.
I took 2 years of French in high school, but most of that isn't accessible any more. Interestingly enough, I can understand about every third word on the radio, but when people talk it drops to every tenth word or so. It probably has to do with enunciation and pacing.
I saw a neat "angled" moving sidewalk at the Paris airport... I'm pretty sure you could infinitely skateboard downhill if you found the right spot.
The French are light years ahead of us in window technology! They have these fancy windows that can hinge at the bottom or the side, spending on which way you turn the handle. They also have these neat folding metal shutters which work surprisingly well to block the light when you want a nap after an 11 hour flight. Although I am staying in the "airport district", so it's quite possibly that metal shutters are simply an aesthetically pleasing alternative to bars over the windows.
I had a crisis of sorts when I awoke from my nap. My Airbnb host had gone out, the wifi wasn't working, and I was hungry and needed to check into my next flight... All I had was a street map to work with, so I chose a random direction and wandered around looking for wifi so I could find some food (the house I'm staying at is sort of just in the middle of suburbia)... the French are really on top of network security! I found no open networks until I managed to get close enough to a business to connect to their intentionally open guest network.
When I reviewed my list of options on Yelp, I became slightly concerned at my ability to order sushi in French, so I decided to go with the fine Parisian cuisine I knew I could order and which would have wifi available.
I naturally went with the infamous Royal with Cheese. And a Sprite, because apparently Root Beer is only a thing in America?
Anyway, I leave Paris tomorrow, I shall try to get some more "authentic" French food as I have train layovers through the day tomorrow (although I did have a ham and swiss baguette on the plane this morning!).
Luckily enough, my Airbnb host works at the airport, so I'll just be riding in with him tomorrow morning.