After a day roaming around Paris, I head back to my Airbnb and grab my luggage before heading to the airport. I pull up my boarding pass just before leaving the apartment, and realize something. My flight is not out of Orly (an hour by metro), but rather Beauvais–Tillé (at least two hours by metro). *insert panic* I pull out my phone and message a mentor of mine, who also happens to be in Paris at the time danatchison , asking him for producer advice on how to handle the situation. I knew I had to at least do something, so after a few glances at Google Maps, I thought I might be able to make it just in time, so I take off, running down the streets of St. Ouen. 
15 minutes later, I get to the train station that will connect me to the bus I’d need to take and ask a group of attendants which way I needed to go to catch the bus. They start speaking in French, glancing back at the map, then consulting with each other. They look back at me and just say, “Eh, impossible.” *panic escalates* ...