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Last weekend, I also made rice krispie treats with C² for a dinner party they were attending. It’s so convenient! I will definitely have to get one of these for myself when I get home. I never had much interest in having an eBook reader, but, holy cow, this thing is amazing! I’ve already read 12 books on it. My mom, being the wonderful person that she is, sent her Nook with Isaac so that I could use it for the remainder of my time in France. I’ll get to that shortly…Īnyway, after my run, I sat in the sun and read the Nook, which is my new favorite gadget. And, because of my adventure today, no running will be possible for a while. I suppose you don’t often see people running along the street here, but, to get to the river, I had no choice but to run in the city, too! Anyway, I planned on doing additional runs in the city, but the weather has not been cooperating. I ignored it, but I still have no idea what the big deal about me running was. Running in France was a very interesting experience, with much winking, comments and cat-calling from the boys in Lyon. As I noted in an earlier post, I went for my first run in France – a run to the river, along the river, and back.
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I spent a day recovering from all the running around Isaac and I did, then struggled with entertaining myself. (Warning - Lots of food pictures to come in this post! You might not want to read this if you’re hungry.)Īfter Isaac left, I still had five days with nothing to do since I had dropped the international business law class. For now, I’m just happy to be home! Posted in Lyon | Leave a reply T-2 and 3 days I had a wonderful weekend (despite having to do my final final for the French program), but I’ll discuss that in a subsequent post. Boy was I happy to see mom and hop into that car, knowing no more travel was needed for a long time! I finally arrived in Seattle about 27 hours after I left Lyon. Boy was I in pain at this point – not only were my suitcases over weight, but my two carryons were at least 60 pounds each! Not really the easiest luggage to maneuver at the best of times, but with a broken toe and a sprained ankle… phew… Let’s just say I was extremely happy to get on that plane and relax for 9 hours. Finally, an hour after I arrived at the airport, I was able to head to the customs agent to start getting to the terminal. Whoops! After a 10 minute discussion with the guy at the ticket counter (which involved a lot of “yes, I get that it’s too heavy… what do you want me to do?” “It’s too heavy.” “Yes, so…?” and then three calls to supervisors and finally approval by the third supervisor), I was directed to another counter to pay for the hefty (ha!) baggage fees.
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After a two-hour train ride, I arrived at the airport, where I was told that my luggage was too heavy – while there is a 25 kilo weight limit, my red bag was 38 kilos and my purple bag was 28 kilos.
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Finally, I was on the train and heading to Paris. I then struggled to get my luggage to the train platform and onto the train (but thankfully some nice guy helped me a little bit). In the morning, I caught a taxi at 5:30am to the train station. Then I headed up to my loft to sleep for the final time (a healthy 2 hours of sleep, of course).