The day I had been dreaming of for years had finally arrived. My flights were from DSM to CHi and then CHI straight to Paris. With the 7 hour time change, my goal was to sleep on my overnight flight as much as possible. No such luck :)
I started my Wed morning in Ames by waking up super early (try 5:45 am). My mom wasn't going to be pick me up until 10am, so I could have slept in but was WAY too excited. I was basically all packed, so the morning was spent pacing back and forth watching the clock tick on by. Mom and Howard picked me up on time and we headed to DSM for an early lunch. Had to start the trip off right with a glass of wine of course! With the intense security at the DSM International Airport, we had plenty of time to relax before the flight. When it was time for me to treck thru the security, I said my quick goodbyes. Not confirmed, but I'm pretty sure my mom probably cried all the way out to the car. (such a softie).
The flight to Chicago was super quick and the wine helped me get a good 45 minute nap in. The next flight was the long one; which is never "fun". Being ever prepared, I brought along tylenol PM to help fall asleep (6pm central time departure = 1am Paris time). No such luck. I think I slept a combined total of 2 hours on the 9 hour flight. My seat mate was nice, which helped pass the time. (Thankfully, he wasn't a dirty/smelly frenchman).
Arrival into France wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. But sitting in the airport train station isn't very exciting. My flight arrived at 9:30am (paris time) and my train didn't depart for Cedric's until 1:15pm. I got my first experience of the joys of French bathrooms. For a mere 50cents, I was able to use a hardly sanitary toilet. At least this toilet stall had a toilet seat (had this problem a few 3-4 times while in France) and soap is a luxury in most toilettes. The other "first" experience in France was to purchase my first meal in the train station. I was the confused american standing in line trying to order; but successfully ordered a "poulet nuggets w/ frites".
Eventually, my train arrived and off I went towards Rennes, France. The 3 hour treck went by pretty quickly. The french countryside was exactly as I thought it'd be. Lots of random little towns; little farming communities. The houses are all the same offwhite color (mostly stone facade), reddish roofs (some clay). Gorgeous, sunny day; but I didn't have a window seat, so no photos.
Heading into Rennes, I was getting anxious. Cedric was meeting me there, so I'd finally have a familiar face & someone who speaks the english language! As I got off the train in the outdoor station, it was the first time in fresh air since DSM. Felt amazing. Went up the escalator and Cedric's there; wearing an ISU t-shirt of course! A big hug and we were off in Cedric's tiny car (normal, yet hard to get used to). First we stopped at the local supermarket. Interesting to say the least. You have to pay to use a shopping cart. A whole aisle of cheese. Another huge section of sausages. Then the pate's took up another whole section. Thankfully, they did have some "normal" food (pringles!).

Finally to Cedric's apartment, I got to meet his American Bulldog puppy, Baya. She was too cute. I brought her a gift; ISU cyclones collar. Personally, I think an IOWA one would look better but Cedric is too loyal for that. Cedric also got his requested gifts.... 2 bottles of captain morgan & ISU clothes. To say he was excited doesn't even begin to explain.

France doesn't import Captain Morgan, so Cedric's been deprived for too long. Since I personally don't like Captain, I stuck to my wine. THE best part about being in France; the wine is cheap. Thankfully I was warned by both Cedric and his friend Marie that all I needed to spend on wine was 3-4 Euro ($4-6 american). They of course offer more expensive bottles, but these "cheap" bottles were delicous. Like I said before I left Des Moines, this trip is all about the wine.
Cedric's apartment was in a new apartment complex. Some differences from America: the toilet is always in a separate room. The sink will be in the same room as the shower/tub. The shower at Ced's had to be the worlds smallest shower. Everytime I moved, I seemed to accidently knock the shower handle in the off position. (Frustrating!). The kitchen seemed non-existant. There was a sink (no dishwasher of course), a small stove, a decent sized fridge, and only a few upper cabinets. They use these ugly flower wallpapers (offended Marie w/ this question; whoops!). Cedric has a washer, but no dryer (which is typical). They hang most of their clothes to dry. He did have a nice sized balcony. The overall impression is that nothing in France is big. Absolutely nothing.
The first night in France was off to a good start. At this point, I was exhaused but I was determined to have a good time. Cedric didn't have to work the next morning, so we decided this was the best night to go out w/ his friends. But this also meant I had been awake for far too long (ended up being 38 hours w/ only 2 short naps).
The combination of a lack of sleep, little to eat, lots of wine, and too many vodka redbulls made for a drunken first night. We made our way to the downtown area of Rennes. Rennes is a college town and it happened to be the first weekend back for school. Lots of people were out and about. We met up with Cedric's friends (many don't speak a lick of english). But, it ended up being a good time.
Highlights of the night include: the swings in the bar (me falling off it!)

Then Marie had her chance....

Bottle Service (to be cool like TDUB) 
Me attempting to speak French with Cedric's friends... Epic Failure. "Je suis American!!!"
dancing to Soulja Boy like the good ol days
Basically, it was a successful first day in France (with terrible hangover the next day). I'm probably forgetting a million details, but I wouldn't want to bore you either :)