Bonjour mes amis! Je suis en France!
That’s 6:42 France time. But despite having Nick the human French-English dictionary sitting next to me, I’m going to revert back to my good ol’ Anglais now.
So, I’m in Aix-en-Provence and I’m so tired that I’m about to keel over. I did manage to get about 3.5 hours of sleep on the airplane last night which is more than I expected, so at least I’m not approached Scotland-levels of fatigue (where I dozed for a good 24 hours after arriving in the country). Anyway. The flight from Houston to London was long but uneventful. They were showing “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” which I’ve been wanting to see forever, so I watched that with dinner, slept, had breakfast, got to London. I drank a lot of water, much to Karen’s pleasure I’m sure.
My flight from London to Marseille took off a bit late, but I got through customs in record time and was only about 20 minutes late overall. The frosted glass sliding doors open and…there was Nick! Hurrah! Much hugging ensued, followed by a dash to catch the bus back to Aix. I then got to play Santa Claus and present Nick with all his crap, thus lightening my backpack considerably.
So all afternoon, Nick’s been keep me awake with candy, walks, buying train tickets, going to the bakery, vanilla tea, etc. Aix is a really cool little town; I am going to have a lot of fun exploring it. There is even a park with a trail that runs at least half a mile along a river bank and back, so I can go running during the mornings while Nick is in class. Fun.
We’re currently watching “La Maillion Faible,” the French version of “The Weakest Link.” I am amused, but will have to start moving again soon if I am to stay awake for dinner tonight.