For our last night, Bria, Hillary and I headed toward the Eiffel tower. We weren’t able to find a café close enough to it to actually watch it light up as we ate, but we caught the 10:00 show, and then headed to a delicious little place called Le Champ de Mars to eat. I had the salmon (again). It was very good! Not as good as I’ve had a few other times, but still very, very good. After that, we headed home so I could get a somewhat decent night’s rest before I had to get up and go in the morning.
Tuesday morning, I woke up fairly early, got ready and got the rest of my clothes packed. Holy cow! Lots to pack (more than I realized) and it was a very heavy suitcase. Hillary was nice enough to wake up and walk me to the bus stop—a good thing, since I wasn’t exactly sure of where it was. I got on the bus, made it to my terminal, stood in line forever and ever (no, I’m not bring back any food, explosives or small children) and finally made it on the plane. It wasn’t quite as big as last time, and unfortunately, we didn’t have our own movie screens to pick movies from. It wasn’t terrible…but it was a long 9 hours. I slept a little, watched TV and a couple of movies, and they fed us like three times. Finally, I was back to the States and in Chicago. Customs weren’t bad—and they didn’t find the coffee I had managed to smuggle in my checked luggage. :-) I had a loooooong layover In Chicago, then a short flight on a very small plane—only three rows of seats across! Yikes! And finally, I was home.
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