Well I'm back in France. The trip started out wonderfully. I arrived at Port Columbus and there was not a single person in line at the Continental desk, so I checked in with no stress. We arrived in Newark, NJ ahead of schedule and I had lots of time to kill, so I walked around, stepped outside and read some, and then went back through security. From there, I went to the duty-free store and browsed a bit. Totally normal.
We boarded our plane late, but it looked to me like we were going to get out without too much delay. As soon as we started to taxi, I saw a line of planes that must have been at least 15 planes long. We got in line and didn't move for 2 hours. Evidently hurricane Bill had caused the normal path to Europe to be closed, so all of the planes were waiting on a re-route. We eventually got it, but that meant we arrived in Paris over two hours late. Normally that wouldn't bug me too much, except I had booked a non-refundable 62 euro ticket on a train that was to leave at 10:27. By the time I got through immigration and got my bags, my TGV was long gone. Actually, I got to the station at the airport just 10 minutes after it left. Why does SNCF have to be on-time today!? I booked another ticket (59 more euros), and I'm waiting in the gare right now.
My dear friend Hélène was supposed to pick me up at the station in Rennes, but I called her (and woke her up) to let her know I wouldn't be there. Unfortunately, my phone had less battery than I thought, so I was unable to tell her exactly when I arrive. Hopefully she'll be there when I get to Rennes!
I'm surprisingly not that tired, thanks to a little Tylenol PM on the plane. I'm sure the train will rock me to sleep though. It always does. Even when I'm wide awake. I'm getting sleepy just thinking about it. Off to grab a tiny café!
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