The day that wasn't
Posted from the waiting lounge at Charles de Gaulle (Aeroports de Paris)
If you get the chance, fly Air France. They feed you. Well. With food that, while may not be first class world quality, is still recognizable as food and tastes like food. I had carrots in my dinner; I know they were carrots, because they looked (and tasted) like carrots. Also, they have extremely adorable French flight attendants.
According to Amazing Aunt, the flight went very well; the plane did not crash and sink in the ocean by Iceland, though we were within 500 feet of landing at Charles de Gaulle when the pilot apparently decided to take us on a quick swing back up to 3,000 ft, loop around Paris (Hi Eiffel Tower! Bye Eiffel tower!) and then put the plane down. As Aunt said; "it was a good flight for people who like roller coasters."
I don't think I like roller coasters as much any more.
Flying in over France-and now Aunt is looking over my shoulder as I type and making me distracted, sorry, wait, now she says to tell you she's also looking at the French people kissing each other on the cheeks… hey, what's up with that? Whatever happened to French-kissing? Anyway-France looks beautiful from the air. It almost made me wish we were getting off here instead of going on to Pisa. Incidentally, I have just had THE BEST Café Mocha of my life… from an airport bar.
France = definitely a country I want to explore at some point. On a bicycle.
Anyway, this is a somewhat rambling post, since by my calculations I got about three hours of sleep on the flight, and I now adjusting to European time by staying awake as long as the sun is up. "Awake" meaning any state that does not involve me actually snoring-otherwise Aunt will poke me mercilessly.
Expect more coherent posts sometime on… I dunno… Tuesday?
Brain is too tired to sign off in a clever way. I now have newfound sympathy for Neil Gaiman.
If you get the chance, fly Air France. They feed you. Well. With food that, while may not be first class world quality, is still recognizable as food and tastes like food. I had carrots in my dinner; I know they were carrots, because they looked (and tasted) like carrots. Also, they have extremely adorable French flight attendants.
According to Amazing Aunt, the flight went very well; the plane did not crash and sink in the ocean by Iceland, though we were within 500 feet of landing at Charles de Gaulle when the pilot apparently decided to take us on a quick swing back up to 3,000 ft, loop around Paris (Hi Eiffel Tower! Bye Eiffel tower!) and then put the plane down. As Aunt said; "it was a good flight for people who like roller coasters."
I don't think I like roller coasters as much any more.
Flying in over France-and now Aunt is looking over my shoulder as I type and making me distracted, sorry, wait, now she says to tell you she's also looking at the French people kissing each other on the cheeks… hey, what's up with that? Whatever happened to French-kissing? Anyway-France looks beautiful from the air. It almost made me wish we were getting off here instead of going on to Pisa. Incidentally, I have just had THE BEST Café Mocha of my life… from an airport bar.
France = definitely a country I want to explore at some point. On a bicycle.
Anyway, this is a somewhat rambling post, since by my calculations I got about three hours of sleep on the flight, and I now adjusting to European time by staying awake as long as the sun is up. "Awake" meaning any state that does not involve me actually snoring-otherwise Aunt will poke me mercilessly.
Expect more coherent posts sometime on… I dunno… Tuesday?
Brain is too tired to sign off in a clever way. I now have newfound sympathy for Neil Gaiman.