This summer my mother and I went to France to see my sister. If you want the real ‘can’t make this shit up story’ then keep reading, if you want the sugar coated version, check out my sister’s blog.
Our story begins with the pre-trip departure. The phrase ‘Anne, you really have planed the most awesome adventure for us’ will go down in infamy as the most cursed words ever.
Mom and I stayed the night in Portland right by the airport, Thursday night so we wouldn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn. We woke up, had some coffee, and sauntered into the airport around 7:00 am. It was a dream, until we were airborne.
My mom and I sit down on the plane from Portland (PDX) to Philly. I am a magnet weirdness and socially awkward scenarios and on this plane it is clear there are definite possibilities for weirdness. Continue reading “Charles de Gaulle is the bane of my existence”
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