A pox on you, Jackie! And on me, unfortunately. Jackie gave me her consumption cooties. Now I too am ill. Please forgive the pun, but you might say I have a frog in my throat. :-) If you know me and are expecting a souvenir, I can share my pox and pestilence with you. No charge (cause that's the kind of girl I am - ever willing to share)! Flying home on a plane while you're stuffed up is no fun. I only take solace in the fact that many many people will become ill after having been in close proximity with me.
After leaving Square 1 mall in Toronto, I got a little bit antsy waiting for the bus driver, because he was late. Fortunately, with all the rush hour traffic out of the way, it didn't take nearly as long to get back to the airport. Got back and to my gate about 15 minutes before boarding.
I did have to take off my boots when going through security, and the security guard also seemed puzzled by my bag. He asked to take a look at it, then noticed the Eiffel Tower on the front of the bag. "You were in Paris? Do you have a lot of Eiffel Towers in here?" Yes, I did. Apparently, they looked weird on the little x-ray machine.
Unfortunately, the plane was full - no extra seats for me. There are only two flights to Saskatoon from Toronto; one in the morning and one at night. Darn those airlines, anyway!
On the flight back home, they were showing "Raising Helen" again, which I'd already seen. Doh! And my headphones were pretty crappy, too. Oh well, extra time to pretend to sleep (because real sleep is impossible).
Although the flight seemed long, we actually arrived early. That was a relief! My sister Patricia was kind enough to pick me up at the airport (she had to take time out from caring for her klutzy kids to do so - one of them recently bent his front teeth in while trying to do his first ever forward flip on a trampoline in the dark - what a great idea!).
I was happy to learn that there's actually very nice autumn weather in Saskatoon right now, so you won't have to listen to me bemoaning the weather the way I did on my return from California in March.
I have a few leftover Euros, but not too many.
I do find myself almost saying "merci" instead of "thank you". Doesn't take long for it to become automatic (even though I'm sure my accent is atrocious).
For the next year, I will probably try to start every conversation with: "Well, when I was in Paris..."
For every fashion faux pas I make, I will just say, "Well, you know, everyone is wearing this in Paris..."
And yes, while coming home did seem somewhat more tiring than going to Paris, not too much jet lag! Yay - my penchant for keeping odd and unusual hours has finally come in handy!
So this is the end of my Parisian adventure (for 2004, anyway).
Remember, Jackie: we'll always have Paris!
Bye!
:-)
P.S. It was Jackie that wanted to go to Bois de Boulogne, not me. Apparently Port Dauphine is the main entrance - we rode two stops passed it. Le sigh! Next time we'll get it right...
After leaving Square 1 mall in Toronto, I got a little bit antsy waiting for the bus driver, because he was late. Fortunately, with all the rush hour traffic out of the way, it didn't take nearly as long to get back to the airport. Got back and to my gate about 15 minutes before boarding.
I did have to take off my boots when going through security, and the security guard also seemed puzzled by my bag. He asked to take a look at it, then noticed the Eiffel Tower on the front of the bag. "You were in Paris? Do you have a lot of Eiffel Towers in here?" Yes, I did. Apparently, they looked weird on the little x-ray machine.
Unfortunately, the plane was full - no extra seats for me. There are only two flights to Saskatoon from Toronto; one in the morning and one at night. Darn those airlines, anyway!
On the flight back home, they were showing "Raising Helen" again, which I'd already seen. Doh! And my headphones were pretty crappy, too. Oh well, extra time to pretend to sleep (because real sleep is impossible).
Although the flight seemed long, we actually arrived early. That was a relief! My sister Patricia was kind enough to pick me up at the airport (she had to take time out from caring for her klutzy kids to do so - one of them recently bent his front teeth in while trying to do his first ever forward flip on a trampoline in the dark - what a great idea!).
I was happy to learn that there's actually very nice autumn weather in Saskatoon right now, so you won't have to listen to me bemoaning the weather the way I did on my return from California in March.
I have a few leftover Euros, but not too many.
I do find myself almost saying "merci" instead of "thank you". Doesn't take long for it to become automatic (even though I'm sure my accent is atrocious).
For the next year, I will probably try to start every conversation with: "Well, when I was in Paris..."
For every fashion faux pas I make, I will just say, "Well, you know, everyone is wearing this in Paris..."
And yes, while coming home did seem somewhat more tiring than going to Paris, not too much jet lag! Yay - my penchant for keeping odd and unusual hours has finally come in handy!
So this is the end of my Parisian adventure (for 2004, anyway).
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| We'll always have Paris! |
Remember, Jackie: we'll always have Paris!
Bye!
:-)
P.S. It was Jackie that wanted to go to Bois de Boulogne, not me. Apparently Port Dauphine is the main entrance - we rode two stops passed it. Le sigh! Next time we'll get it right...
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