After stressing for the past two weeks about how I'm going to get everything home, my mom and I double-teamed EVERYTHING into four massive bags this afternoon.
So my life over the past seven months lies in bags by the front door of my dad's French apartment, waiting patiently to return to American soil.
That means today is my last official day in France, until.... I don't know when. Maybe never? After seven different trips here throughout my life, I've since made a vow not to visit the same place twice anymore.
I've become infected with this whole "travel" thing and I want to see the world! My tally is somewhere near 10 different countries, too many cities to name, and I think close to 30 U.S. states.
I've digressed. This is my last day in France, because at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning, I'm in a car headed for the Geneva airport in Switzerland. My flight leaves near 7 a.m. to Paris CDG, where I'll have a three-hour layover. Then I board a flight to Cincinnati, OH where I'll wait a few more hours before arriving at the San Francisco International Airport near 7 p.m. PST. Then I collect my two bags, hop on a BART train and make my way towards the Lafayette station where my mom will pick me up. Twenty more minutes of my time will be spent in a car, heading back home.
And then I'm free and unemployed again. Exciting. I think I'll spend about an hour excitedly unpacking before crashing and passing out.
Hopefully I'll be able to convince the people at Air France to let me go on standby with my mom's flight. It's better than mine because her flight leaves Geneva at the same time towards Paris with only one hour of layover time before heading nonstop to SFO, where the plane arrives near noon. That would save me seven full hours of sitting time.
Fingers crossed!
Adieu France. It's been an interesting seven months!
So my life over the past seven months lies in bags by the front door of my dad's French apartment, waiting patiently to return to American soil.
That means today is my last official day in France, until.... I don't know when. Maybe never? After seven different trips here throughout my life, I've since made a vow not to visit the same place twice anymore.
I've become infected with this whole "travel" thing and I want to see the world! My tally is somewhere near 10 different countries, too many cities to name, and I think close to 30 U.S. states.
I've digressed. This is my last day in France, because at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning, I'm in a car headed for the Geneva airport in Switzerland. My flight leaves near 7 a.m. to Paris CDG, where I'll have a three-hour layover. Then I board a flight to Cincinnati, OH where I'll wait a few more hours before arriving at the San Francisco International Airport near 7 p.m. PST. Then I collect my two bags, hop on a BART train and make my way towards the Lafayette station where my mom will pick me up. Twenty more minutes of my time will be spent in a car, heading back home.
And then I'm free and unemployed again. Exciting. I think I'll spend about an hour excitedly unpacking before crashing and passing out.
Hopefully I'll be able to convince the people at Air France to let me go on standby with my mom's flight. It's better than mine because her flight leaves Geneva at the same time towards Paris with only one hour of layover time before heading nonstop to SFO, where the plane arrives near noon. That would save me seven full hours of sitting time.
Fingers crossed!
Adieu France. It's been an interesting seven months!
4 comments:
DON'T DO STANDBY...unless your luggage is on your same flight! Our team had that problem in Dallas.
Aww you're leaving already? Have a good flight!
Sooooo excited to have you back soon! Can't wait to see you :-) Have a safe trip! Call me the first chance you get :-)
Safe flight and good luck with the retour aux Etats-Unis!
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