Within one hour of landing in Paris I had to change into jeans and a hoodie. It’s not cold (not really), but my organism thinks it is and refuses to remember that 20 degrees Celsius is my favorite temperature.
And I’m still astonished by the fact that everything around here is in French and airport personnel doesn’t know English. This is so weird.
As is my pronunciation: my English got so Japanesed that I asked for “orangu juicu” and didn’t even notice. (As you might know, Japanese have trouble with words that end in consonants so they add “u” /oo/ or “o” /o/ when pronouncing them: like kissu instead of kiss or pointo cardo instead of point card.)