Friday, January 13, 2012

Zero, One, Two, Three...

Upon checking in to our Paris Hotel…

Me:   So, we are on the 4th floor.  Do they have an elevator so we don’t have to drag this luggage up three flights of stairs?

Matt:  Four

Me:  What?

Matt:  Four flight of stairs.  The 4th floor is actually the fifth floor up so it’s four flights of stairs. 

Me:  I don’t get it?

Matt:  In Europe, this floor is just the ground floor and the next floor up is the first floor and so on. 

Me:  That doesn’t make any sense. 

Matt:  It makes perfect sense.

Me:  So, then when you are counting you start with zero? 

Matt:  …

Me:  Exactly

Luckily, they did have an elevator that was approximately 4’x2’.  It was a beautiful hotel and I’ll post more later about our trip.  

xoxo
Selena

4 comments:

  1. Jess {JessinBelgium}November 17, 2013 at 7:04 AM

    Hahaha - my handsome Brit and I have the same conversation ALL THE TIME. He likes to pretend he doesn't know what I am talking about when I say "basil" or "tomato"... And don't even get me started on trousers vs pants.

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  2. And of course, they always think they're right. pfft. Some nonsense about them inventing the language, after all. Whatever. 

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  3. Ahh, yes. And the joys of being married to a Brit. 

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