Mon Voyage

Zut alors. I had a crazy time getting to France. The flight was fine, I didn't sleep at all. Then we had a 6 hour layover in Charles de Gaulle to wait for the TGV to Angers. That was fine for about 5/6 of it, and then I suddenly became violently ill, and somehow ended up throwing up on the floor in the airport. Ooops. But fortunately the train left shortly thereafter so all I had to do was find someone that worked there to say "euhhh desole' mais j'ai vomi dans la couloir"....and then our train got all messed up and the doors closed before we could get off, so we ended up going to Nantes and hopping on another train to get back...which was probably illegal.

My family is nice, I'll write more about them later, but right now Paul and Brittany are itching to get out of here so that's what we're going to do.

Au revoir!