watching france
29 hours ago we little ones boarded a plane in Los Angeles headed to London Heathrow. It was easily the quietest transatlantic flight we've ever been on. No one recalls even taking off, the first meal is a bit blurry and the landing is vague at best. Clearly a direct result of the preceeding days. That being a six week tour with but one day off until jet-setting to Europe.
The last four days of our lives have been a whirlwind of events leading to this. The now. Sitting in what would be my US equivalent of where I sit in our van back home, but now in a splitter, with my back once again to the window and my eyes taking turns between my laptop and France. Somewhere in there was a night time ferry ride from Dover to Calais. And now we are somewhere between Calais and Paris.
Looking most forward to it :)
-i
p.s. - The term jet-set evidently refers to people of wealth who travel a lot. We are far from that, but I like the word nonetheless. So yeah, jet-setting! minus the glamour.
The last four days of our lives have been a whirlwind of events leading to this. The now. Sitting in what would be my US equivalent of where I sit in our van back home, but now in a splitter, with my back once again to the window and my eyes taking turns between my laptop and France. Somewhere in there was a night time ferry ride from Dover to Calais. And now we are somewhere between Calais and Paris.
Looking most forward to it :)
-i
p.s. - The term jet-set evidently refers to people of wealth who travel a lot. We are far from that, but I like the word nonetheless. So yeah, jet-setting! minus the glamour.
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