When I arrived in Paris, it was dark and rainy, and at the height of the tourist season. I didn't have a hotel reservation and I didn't speak French. To make matters worse, Paris' subway system, the Metro, was on strike, and getting a taxi was nearly impossible. The train station was swarming with people who shared my predicament, and many were settling down on their luggage for the night.
Nearby a little boy seemed to be on the verge of tears. As I walked past, his mother said to him in a distinctly British accent, "But, dear, this is what adult called an adventure."
I'm not sure what effect those words had on the boy's visit to Paris, but it did wonders on mine.