Flight From CDG

Trip Start Jul 23, 2008
Trip End Aug 14, 2008

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

I didn't have a great night's sleep, I was too worried about getting up on time. We had been lazy and sleeping in, so getting up so early and depending entirely on DH to call and wake us up was a little nerve wracking.

However, all went fine. We got up, got ready, got everything packed up, stripped the beds, garbage out, final cleaning, and we were ready to go...an hour early! So we hung around and watched the clock tick, watched some t.v., listened to the radio.

The shuttle was to pick us up at 10:30 am. The guys that were picking up the keys were supposed to be there before that. The clock was getting ever closer to 10:30 and no sign of the guys. Sigh. Finally at 10:20 the kids started to take the bags downstairs. I started to follow, but the phone rang.

It was the shuttle people saying the guy was there, waiting, and I had 10 minutes. OMG! I was trying to figure out what the heck I would do if the guys didn't show up...what would I do with the keys? There was a couple coming in this same day to take our place, they needed the keys. The owner had left for vacation in Morocco. Crap!

So as I finally started to go downstairs, I see DS taking the elevator down (it's glass). He had gone up one floor, then down, for fun. Then I went down with my bag. When I got at the bottom, this old French guy reprimands me (in French) that DS is too little to ride the elevator by himself and he might "panique." If I had not been "paniqueing" myself about the keys vs. the shuttle, I would have laughed at the guy. But as it was, I said, "Oui, oui" knowing I'd never see the guy again. Do the French raise their kids to be sissies or what? My son is eight years old for crying out loud.

So I helped the kids get in the shuttle with the luggage and told the guy I had to wait for the key guys. I then went inside the courtyard to wait. Fortunately, not long after that one of the guys showed up. He seemed surprised that the other guy was not there. I told him I needed to go. I gave him the keys, he went up to check everything, came back down and said everything was ok, and then we left.

We had the same shuttle driver as when we got to Paris. This time he seemed in a better mood though. There was some older gentleman in the front seat next to him, so they talked (in French) the whole ride to the airport.

We got checked in and waited for our flight to board. We then sat in the plane and waited for takeoff, and waited, and waited. Our flight left late...
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