Had a quick breakfast at the little hotel before checking out and heading straight to the airport — the shot here shows us both crammed into the comically tiny hotel elevator.
For the third time in as many days, we got screwed by the RER train system as first the automated kiosks refused to sell us a ticket, and then the “express” train inexplicably took the surprisingly long ride out to Charles De Gaulle airport at a snail’s pace. We got to the luggage check-in just barely in time to get our suitcases on the plane, and got through security (also inexplicably slow) just barely in time to get ourselves on the plane. But we made it!
Sharon was so exhausted by the experience that she was giddy with emotion. This may explain why she cried all the way through the Ricky Gervais rom com “Ghost Town”. Chris was disappointed that the lack of seatback in-demand video meant no more movie gorging, but he had reading to catch up on anyway. In addition to, of course, monitoring our progress the whole way back on the GPS receiver. Brighton! Quebecois tundra! Scranton!
And, back in Atlanta, our luggage made it too. Success! Home! Kitty hugs! Sleep.