Parcels From Paris

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The story really starts at the beginning of my time in Paris. Literally the first week. I was settling in to my new petit apartment, when the intercom went off in my room. Now I knew absolutely not a single soul in Paris so I was skeptical from the get go. There is no reason someone would want to speak to me. How do they even know I’m here. Am I being followed. This is exactly how “Taken” starts and that was in Paris too. I’m about to be taken. It’s happening.

Cue charming French man on the intercom, puhlease. If you’re going to take me you’re going to have to try harder than that ridiculously attractive French accent to get me to open the door. We couldn’t understand each other so I hung up the phone. You can never be too careful…. meaning I didn’t leave my apartment that day. Then comes the following day, I’d slept off my paranoia of being taken, and started my morning ritual of blogs and baguettes when the intercom went off again. Yeah well this is clearly it. They are annoyed that they couldn’t take me yesterday and now I’m about to be really taken. And they are going to be mad about it. Cue slightly aggressive sounding French madam on the intercom again, talking and talking without a word being understood. Knowing that there was now a gang of them after me I was scared, what are the odds of my doorbell being rung twice within a few days of me being there? Not. Good. Odds.

Skip 5 months later I somehow survived Paris and avoided being snatched by criminals and settled right back into home in Australia. Work started again and I returned home to find a slip detailing a package was waiting for me at the post office (isn’t forgetting what you ordered online the best thing when it finally arrives and you genuinely get surprised as to what it could be?) I picked up my package which was covered in French customs declarations and scribble and stamps from all over the world. Turns out Tim had tried to send me some Vegemite to help cure the homesickness when I first arrived. Those criminals hounding me at home…. yeah they were obviously the friendly postal staff of France just doing their job.

It took 5 months and a trip literally across the world, but I finally got my jar of Vegemite and the cutest little handwritten note in the package as well. It may have taken half a year and $27 in postage before returning to exactly where it started, but it made my day.



  1. March 10, 2015 / 3:40 am

    Um, yes! Receiving things in the mail after forgetting you've ordered them is the best kind of feeling. It's like a present to your own self! 🙂

    I am sure you wouldn't have been adducted in Paris, but you can never be too careful, I guess!

    Naturally Jes

  2. March 10, 2015 / 11:21 am

    LOL sounds like something that would happen to me! I have never watched Taken, I think my paranoia levels are quite high as they are.

  3. March 10, 2015 / 4:45 pm

    haha couldn't stop laughing! Well, in the end you got your package so I guess it all worked out all right 🙂 xx

  4. March 11, 2015 / 1:23 pm

    Now that was funny. To be honest, I would probably be feeling the same way you did. I probably would have went downstairs anyway(just because), but I can understand where you are coming from.

  5. March 12, 2015 / 1:07 am

    It absolutely is…. sometimes not paying for express delivery is a blessing in disguise. The longer it takes the better the surprise when it does arrive!!!

  6. March 12, 2015 / 1:08 am

    Ease yourself into it by watching the Family Guy version first then….!!

  7. March 12, 2015 / 1:08 am

    No complaints here Rita… I have my Vegemite and my life. Everything is good in the world 🙂

  8. March 12, 2015 / 1:09 am

    Brave, brave man. I wish I wasn't such a paranoid freak but better safe than sorry.

  9. March 12, 2015 / 2:16 pm

    Oh gosh I had experiences like this when I lived in Paris too! I lived with the family I worked for (I was an au pair) and they missed out on so many packages because I would ignore the intercom or misunderstand what was going on.
    Also, I can totally relate to Taken flashbacks during my initial weeks there!

  10. March 12, 2015 / 10:50 pm

    Hahahahahaha I am so thrilled it happened to others as well. I get scared by my door ringing at home, let alone when I can't understand what someone is saying at my door! Wish I was an au pair during my time there. Did you love it?

  11. March 16, 2015 / 3:30 am

    hahah this is such a darling story! I'm glad your vegemite finally made it's way to you 🙂
    I don't blame you for not opening the door though, how scary would that be!

  12. March 16, 2015 / 7:07 am

    Vegemite is so expensive…. I'm quietly very happy it got to me eventually haha. Opening the door to a stranger is just as scary as running up stairs once you have turned all the downstairs light out.

    • December 1, 2016 / 12:39 pm

      That was all I could think of hahahahahaha…… Seriously though, answer the door. Someone might just be sending you a care package lol

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