Home again, home again, jiggety-jig!

Jet lag is the coolest thing. You feel drugged. Your head is all fuzzy and you feel like you're floating. Reality just isn't real, it's like a dream. You want desperately to sleep, but when you look at the clock and realize it's only 5 o'clock in the evening, you know you can't go to bed. So, you just tough it out, bumping into walls and forgetting what you're doing... but sleep, when it finally does come, is heaven!

So another trip has sadly ended and I am facing the fact that tomorrow is a work day... Oh wait! "What about the luggage," you ask? The infamous luggage? That seems to be the question on a lot of my friend's minds and rightfully so. I dragged you all into my sad, pitiful little nightmare and then... just left you hanging. Sorry.

Well, since we had not received the luggage by Thursday (New Year's Eve) we told Air Farce that if they ever did locate the bags, not to bother delivering them to us. "Just keep them and send them back on the Saturday flight with us," we said. "Oui Monsieur," responded Petra. "Tat n'est pas un problème." Sure enough at about 10:00 pm on Friday night (New Year's day) the desk clerk called to let us know all three bags had just been dropped off at the front desk!

"Magnifique," we said, in unison.

So on Saturday morning (at about 6:30 am!) off we went to Charles De Gaul airport pushing, pulling, dragging and rolling all 4 suitcases!