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| side & top: Portland Airport! |
I don't know where to start. Let's begin with the keyboard I'm typing on. In the first place, there's a "Q" where I usually have an "A," a comma where I'm used to an "M," and a "Z" where I want a "W." In addition, the exclamation mark is it's own key (if you capitalize it, it looks like this: §), the parentheses symbols are keys apart; and you have to capitalize a key for the period.
"Welcome to France."
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| Side: picture for Maddy, Top: Seattle Airport! |
It's a phrase I've heard several times in the last two...or three...days since three little travelers left a quiet airport in Portland, and embarked on the adventure of a lifetime. Since three starving American girls journeyed to the back of a plane flying over the Atlantic and begged to be allowed to purchase an $18, airplane-food-meal (bleh).Since las trés amigas (that's us) marveled the never-setting sun over 10+ hours of flying.
"Welcome to France."
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| Icelandic Airport! |
It's a phrase we heard in our heads as we reclined, observing the dawn of an Icelandic (obviously, we were not quite in France yet) morning, waiting for our delayed plane, as the air-traffic-controllers in Paris had apparently decided it was a beautiful day for a strike.
"Welcome to France."
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| out hotel room |
It's a phrase we spoke to each other as we swung up our backpacks in the Paris airport, proceeded to wait in the wrong train ticket line for 30 minutes, crammed ourselves onto several packed metros, and staggered marched down the streets of Paris.
"Welcome to France."
It's a phrase I felt when we finally arrived at our cute little hotel room and received a hug from Aunt Jenn. A phrase I grinned at when we got up this morning and walked to a bakery for breakfast. A phrase that made me laugh as we stood, shoulder to shoulder, on the hour-long train out of Paris toward Loches. (Why was the train crowded, you ask? Because today it was the rail-workers' turn to go on strike, and there were half as many trains for just as many travelers.)
"Welcome to France:"
We are here. As unbelievable as it seems, I am sitting in a beautiful old house that was used for a short time as a hiding-place-stop for soldiers escaping Nazi-occupied France. I have gone to a French prayer meeting, am typing on a French keyboard, and am making ready to spend my second night abroad.
"Welcome to France."
8 comments:
YAY!!! So happy for you all! :):):):)
So good to see the pictures! BEAUTIFUL!
Keep good notes you oui travelers, ......wee travelers, um, young ladies.
Looks like y'all are having a blast...the pictures are lovely!
We do miss y'all though...so make sure you don't get too used to Europe :)
Sounds like a blue-tooth keyboard would have come in handy :)
...just sayin'
Glad you to hear you all our having a splendid time. Praise to Him!
Yay! You made it! Enjoy yourself and soak it all in. :)
Wow! You're there! (Cue a Rhino-the-hamster-freak-out)
Glad to see you made it. But I agree with Lynnae - don't get to used to Europe :)
...but have a blast while you're there!
Those stereotypes of the French are proving to be true then? :0)
We went to Paris on honeymoon and I loved the city!
Looking forward to keeping up to date with your travels.
Sarah,
I am glad that you're safe and sound. I agree with Ben and Lynnae, "Don't get to used to Europe." On July 28th I don't want a Pilot to come up to us and say, "They payed us $500.00 to live in Europe."
Annalise
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