It started at 12am. Actually, 11:59pm. Don’t ask me why, but setting the alarm for 00:00 freaked me out, so 23:59 it was.
It started at 12am. Actually, 11:59pm. Don’t ask me why, but setting the alarm for 00:00 freaked me out, so 23:59 it was.
“bajiggity?” HAH! And I am totally enjoying imagining the sound of Gallic huffing and puffing.
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As I read your post I'm afraid most of my sympathy was for your man. This is the sort of thing that tries men's souls.You want to kick something, but good manners prevents! Don't worry I saved a little empathy for you.
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Bonjour Sarah,Welcome home! If the rest of your big trip follows the same pattern this should be one great story. Traveling today can be, uh trying to say the least. Anxious for chapter two of Galic huffing and puffing! I love that phrase! Bonne soirée,Mimi
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Another ex-pat in Provence! Huzzah! What's even stranger is that looking at your blog, I think we're from the same part of the States.My husband totally huffs and puffs when things don't go perfectly. I can definitely relate.
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We had to overnight it at Fiumicino (hubs, me, 10 and 11 yr old children) because the flight was at 6 am. rome is a 3 hour drive away, so we had to be there at 3 am too. I did not sleep. Nothing but uncomfortable chairs to (try)to sleep on. Cold as a witch's tit. By the time we arrived at our destination in the US, I had been awake for 26 hours straight. I can totally relate!
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A hill?? The airport had a hill?? There are so many things wrong with that! Considering all you guys had to overcome at such an ungodly time I salut you! Way to take it with a sense of humour!
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I've ended up seeing most of the major airports in the American Southwest over the last six months… and my least favorite is Denver. I had to run, I kid you not, almost a mile to get to my connecting flight. I had only ten minutes because my first flight was delayed. Needless to say, I am quite happy Boyfriend and I live together now. No more of the long distance BS.Can't wait to see the Amsterdam shenanigans!
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Bummer – I can related to your experience… I used to book the earliest morning flights and also arrived waaay too early at the airport, only to sit there for an hour as they slowly opened shop at say 4:00 or 5:00 am. Thanks a lot guys! Now, not so much. I try to take a 10 or 11 am flight to avoid this middle of the night nonsense!!
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Remind me to not use the Nice airport…or at least do a middle of the night arrival! I can see this trip will have some good stories for us to read and enjoy….I too remember arriving by train in the middle of the night in Nice. Nothing was open and we slept (haha! tried to) in the train station till were told to leave. Where? So we walked…till dawn came and found a place to stay…
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Sara Louise, what a fabulous post, I love your description of luggage wheels on asphalt, I could hear the distinctive sound as I read your post, as for galic huffing and puffing, MG is a master of it, but sometimes he errupts like a volcano, he did this once at Miami airport, (he was furious, that nothing was open, in one of the worlds major airports). I was so embarrassed, I ended up hiding behind a vending machine, pretending I wasn't with him.XX
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Silly airports…
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I do love that sound 🙂 I know we should be feeling sympathy but the way you write about it is hysterical. And yes please write a letter about the distance and the hill…even for airports in the US!Thanks for voting on my site 🙂 Have a great weekend.
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Ha! The story we've been waiting for. Along with everyone else I'm waiting for the next installment. i am such a dreadful traveler, it could have been worse, I could have been with you two. Then we all would have to take xanax.
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