Embassy Suites Greensboro - Airport
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... equal parts exhaustion and shock.
Arriving in Greensboro I have to say the place looked pretty ****. Concrete, dirty, I started questioning my life decisions like I have done so many times in the past. I got a taxi to check in. The taxi driver was a dude from Sierra Leone, he was awesome, really funny. He was pointing out things about the city, then all of a sudden he was like, 'and now we are entering college campus'. It was spectacular. The campus is unreal, it is ...
... Paris-chic, the closest I get to chic is Chico's where I'm a size 2. Secondly, the Parisians want tourists to respect their city by trying to speak and look Parisian.I'm an American who, even after two years of French in high school and four semesters in college can speak only the six required phrases/sentences to survive in Paris: Bonjour Monsieur/Madame/Mademoiselle, s'il vous plait, au revoir, excusez moi, ...
... price and decided that it took up too much of my remaining budget and declined. Then, he offered a nice discount, so I could not refuse!
It was now time to get serious about learning more about France, and more specifically, Paris history so we could better appreciate all that we were going to see! I ordered documentary DVDs on The Louvre, The Impressionists, Marie Antoinette and Napoleon. I also bought used coffee table books with the art of the Louvre and the ...
... potatoes into the Maurer oasis and found Aunt Terri and Uncle Hobo (who both are suddenly fitness icons of Davie County) out by the pool. Uncle Hobo sat and spoke for a spell to rest his biceps. Aunt Terri battled a giant bullfrog and exiled him to the forest.
I then headed to the Sheetz to steal interwebs and transcribe these few letters from my (much preferred) Ticonderoga-written bound journal. I met an incredible nurse from Forsyth Hospital and ...
... to spend a year abroad in Darbu, Norway. there she reconnected with Inger, the friend she had made during Inger's study abroad at Hudson (OH) High School in 1982. Well, all these years later, Inger and her husband Arne, will meet us at Gardermoen airport near Oslo tomorrow afternoon. Although we arrive at 12:25 pm Oslo time, our body clocks will be screaming 6:25 am! Cate has just informed us that she promises not to hit anyone! (cate is not a morning ...
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Business Services
- Fitness/Health center