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Well as most of you know I have a problem with clothing, as in I have too much, so packing was rather difficult. Finally, after many purges, I managed to pack two overly stuffed bags and one carry on. I still don't think I packed enough, but Jerome thinks it's too much and perhaps he is right...he was nice enough to help carry it with me. So I left at 1:30pm from the Nashville airport and flew to Chicago where I had a two hour lay over. Then I boarded the plane to La France!
The flight was awful because I developed bronchitis somewhere between Nashville and Chicago so I suffered the whole flight and could barely breathe. Luckily some good samaritans offered me some various medications to aid in my tribulation. So I arrived in Charles de Gaulle airport and it was a madhouse. People were everywhere speaking a variety of foreign languages and nothing seemed to be very well organized and the signs weren't very hjelpful either as they never actually led to where they said they would. Somehow I managed to find the baggage claim where the luggage from my flight as well as three others
were all cramed. So I heaved ,y bags off with much effort mind you because at this point I was really sick, fever and everything. So I got my luggage and followed a mass of people into a doorway where I found Jerome waiting for me; Apparently there was no official customs or perhaps I ,issed it because I pulled out my passport only once before I got my luggage and a guy half heartedly glanced at it and then sent me ont o the baggage claim...so much for French homeland security.
So Jerome, concerned with the fact that I could barely talk as I had lost my voice and that I was wheezing, quickly found the shuttle we were to take into Paris. So we arrived at La Gare de Montparnasse (a train station) where we took a subway to La Gare de Saint Lazarre (another train station). I got stuck in the closing doors with my luggage which was also very graceful. Then Jerome's father met us at La Gare de Saint Lazarre and he bought us tickets to Cherbourg where Jerome's home is. So we waited for the train and had a little coffee and then
we took the train, for three hours, to Cherbourg. Jeome's mother picked us up at the station and Jerome had to take a taxi with some of the luggage because it wouldn't all fit in the car, the cars are compact in France as you will see in the photos (hehehe). Both of Jerome's parents are doctrs so his mother took me to the pharmacy where she wrote a perscription for sme antibiotics and she took good care of me and it is only the day after and I already feel much better.
I met his sister's and youngest brother later that evening and we all had dinner and then I went to bed and slept like a baby, they have given me Jerome's room which I am sure Jerome loves since he hasn't slept in his bed in a year and now I have taken it hehe. Anyways, I put some photos of Jerome's house. The house is three stories...three bedrooms are upstairs, then the main level with the kitchen sitting room dining room and living room, and then one more bedroom and a bonus room/guest room down staris. It is very cute and French. I will keep
Jerome's back yard
the view from behind his house...the little town of Equeurdrevilleyou all updated on everything and his mother says hello to all of my friends and family. I love you all, hugs and kisses.
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I love all the pics. Did I see an electric can opener in the kitchen picture? hehe Keep up the blogging and photos so I can survive without ya! Love, Mom