Wednesday, July 11 6:00 a.m. France Time!
Bonjour TJ! We are here. Nous sommes ici. And by ici, I mean sitting on the cold floor of the baggage-claim area in Charles de Gaulle International Airport, waiting for our backpacks to be spit out. Not that anything can get me down. Because I am in Paris—the land of romance.
When the plane finally landed, we followed Joanna through customs. Joanna began singing, “Sur le pont d'Avignon, on y danse, on y danse!” at the top of her lungs. No idea what she was saying, but I’m assuming it was in French. Everything was in French. The signs, the people, the restaurants, the bookstores. Then we went through customs, where the man said, “Bonjour,” to me. Bonjour! How cute is that? I got an adorable stamp on my spanking-new passport, and then I snuck into les toilettes and now we’re here in le baggage claim. Waiting. Oh there’s mine, gotta go! Hmm, it looks insanely heavy. I think twenty T-shirts, fifteen pairs of shorts, and eight pairs of shoes may have been overkill.
Tommy is waving at me, trying to get my attention, possibly trying to let me know that my bag is coming around the bend.
Perhaps if I pretend to not see it he will pick it up for me?
He’s doing it! He’s doing it! Tee hee. What’s French for gullible dork?
More soon!
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