Living In Iceland

I left Iceland 14 days ago.
First I went to Paris, to visit Inge, my sister, and be there with her until the end of her university term.
To be able to remember that extra boost of adrenaline getting on the the train or metro gives you when you don't have the ticket, I didn't even buy one for the trip between the Charles De Gaulle Airport and Denfert-Rochereau, close to the 13th district, where I was supposed to meet my sis. Either Line B is safe from ticket inspectors or I was simply lucky. The funny thing is that, while I counted the stations left to my destination, I was not nervous at all: I actually had quite clear in mind that if the inspector caught me, I'd simply say "I don't have any ticket, so how much do I have to pay?".
The meeting with Inge was great: I had imagined that moment thousands of times, since I think she's always been the one I've most missed during my whole stay in Iceland.