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In the final stages of planning our August 24 month long adventure in France. We will be landing in Paris at CDG airport on the morning of the 25th and trying to somehow find our way to the train station where we will get a train to Amiens - our first stop on our adventure.
Want to experience the adventure of traveling without preset places to stay, but geez luize it is kind of scary so am trying to put together a loose itinerary with lots of freedom built in - ...
It's August 7th, 24 days before we leave for France. It's our first trip as a family. Annie will be a little over 14 months old. I was kind of dreading the whole thing, how we will we do it, will Annie be a nightmare. I had a glimpse of what it could be several nights ago and my fears have been eased. The story goes we met down at the ballpark intending to walk home, met some people who offered us tickets. What to do? We have no bottle, one diaper, some wipes and ...
... driving fast. The speed limit in Ohio is 70 and when Angela saw that she giggled like a child who was given ice cream for dinner. Usually we're in NYC traffic so she's stuck going slowly. How will she react when we get to a state where the speed limit is ...
... wouldn't bother us we took our chairs at the table and Bryan disappeared inside to get the drinks.
When he came out (wearing his Koh Tao, Thailand tee shirt) the man at the next table shouts out "Sawatdee khap". (Thai for hello).
Well that just got the conversation going and what a character he turned out to be too. Oh the stories he told us. He was in his 70s and feeling frustrated that his wife did not want to travel and enjoy their ...
From Carlisle yesterday we came through towns called Bedford,and Somerset, there was even one named Scotland.
One could easily be mistaken for travelling through England!
The traffic even at 3pm was diabolical, so it was bumper to bumper as we made our way slowly to the hotel in West Pittsburgh.
Paul was exhausted. He hates not knowing where he's meant to be going. One minute we're in one lane ...