Paris was empty and sublimely beautiful when we left for CDG. The golden early morning light bathed every building and made it even more difficult to say goodbye.
A quick ride to the airport and passage through the travail that is today’s check-in process, and we were ready to go. The flight ended up being delayed almost two hours, due – we were told – to the erupting volcano in Iceland that mandated switching to different equipment that could fly a different route.
Once on board and aloft, we were met with the reality of airline food, a real shock after the wonderful cuisine of Provence we had enjoyed for the past three weeks. Our shrimp appetizers were cooked to the FDA mandated temperature to kill all bacteria and eliminate any moisture or flavor. I dozed off while David watched a few movies.
We picked up a bit of time in flight but were still over two hours late when we landed. The arrival gate was pretty far from Immigration, requiring a short tram ride, multiple escalators, and long walks. Immigration normally only takes a minute, but now (according to the security folks) is much more involved since Bin Laden’s death. If that was a bit of a hassle, Customs was a nightmare. Apparently the same slowdown has hit there, and – coupled with a flight from Lima arriving with 1/2 the population of Peru – it took almost 40 minutes to get through.
Then, it was on to I95 for the anxious trip back to the house and Ms. Lucy. When we walked in the back door, Lucy exploded into a blur of wagging tail, flailing paws, and happy noises. It took about 10 minutes of hugs and kisses and running around before we were all able to sit down and relax.
Craig came back from the market where he had gotten a few things for us to tide us through the evening. We shared a bottle of wine, then began to run out of steam, as it was now 2 am “France time.” We said our goodbyes and headed off to bed just as the sun was setting.