So the airport in france almost killed me(tory). I knew things were all to well when it took us five minutes to get through the customs line. We journeyed up the escalators and found to our surprise neither of us knew french, not only could we not speak it, but we couldnt read it either. Talk about a quandry. So as we filter through the french speaking crowd trying to find the information booth, we decided to get some fresh air first. I mean, how many times can you go back and forth without looking totally lost and foreign. I found the nearest exits and squeezed an opening for myself with my pack. As the two of us just about reach the outside only a single woman separates us from our destination. As I walk by her trying to exit, she doesn't budge, at all, ... and I kilter to the left keeping my balance and quickly swoop past her. We have figured out that all airport doors dont have an emergency censor for idiots like us. Because the automatic sliding door was wapping me in the head and sending me flying forward.