Brain –> sleep mode

I’ve been up for about 20 hours so my battery’s starting to run down. Even if there were a lot to say about this leg of the journey I’d have to be brief.The day started with one last meal of pastries and fruit before the cab ride to the airport. We left at our usual conservative time — 2:40 before our flight — but encountered miles of traffic snarled due to an accident along the way. We arrived at Charles de Gaulle, checked in as quickly as possible (my mother still has no idea what was on her screen; I was punching buttons at top speed), threw our bags on the belt and snaked through security. Just as we cleared security we saw on the board that they had just closed boarding; luckily we happened to be right next to the gate and ran through. As it turned out we weren’t even the last people on the bus used to ferry people over to the plane, but it was all enough to twist Nellie’s guts into a ball.

The flight home was uneventful; I barely remember it, though it’s been just a few hours since we de-planed. I was still in a bit of a haze, really; all our experiences in France will come rushing back over the next few days as I pore through the pictures, and many of them ran through my head today on the flight home. Tonight our main concentration was on relaxing, welcoming my mom & dad to Toronto and showing them our new place, saying hello to our cats and getting some sleep.

[tags]paris, france, toronto[/tags]

0 responses to “Brain –> sleep mode

  1. Oh yeah, they did. They’ve been big babies ever since we walked in the door.

    We took about 1100 pictures, as far as I can tell, so I’ll work hard to limit the number I upload to flickr.

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