We Have Arrived
We are here. Spent way too much time at Heathrow airport on the way (the whole terminal reeks of perfume, unbearable) and the hotel that was “5 minutes from the Lyon airport” was not, but all in all not a bad trip.
Everybody is still jetlagged, and I have a brutal chills-and-fever type of flu, but we’re starting to get settled.
The famous Provence Mistral is blowing. Just like a snow storm in Saskatchewan but without the snow. Same whistling, hard to catch your breath wind though.
JM went to buy food, so I did some email including sending our new phone number to friends and family. The phone rang 15 minutes later so I answered it thinking it might be someone I actually wanted to talk to. Of course it wasn’t and I had my first entirely French conversation this trip. I think I handled it o.k. Of course not sure exactly what she said so maybe it was a disaster.
Took the girls outside today and they decided to walk down the road. It’s narrow and turns and doesn’t have a sidewalk, but they were doing good at staying on the side like they’re supposed to even though there were no cars. Of course, at the exact moment that Z runs out in the middle of the road a car comes around the corner. It’s a small village. I may have just earned the reputation of the American Mom who lets her kids run on the road.
Adventures are not as much fun when you’re sick.
Hang in there! It can only get better from here. Such a bummer you’re sick, of course being jet lagged doesn’t help either. Get better soon!
Hope you feel better soon, and settle in quickly.
A year in France…how awesome for all of you! I’m going to check out past posts (all new to me) and look forward to the future ones.
Hope you’re quickly better and that no-one else catches the bug…
Feel better soon!
you’ll be better in no time, and loving life, sipping french wine and chatting with the locals over brie and pate sitting outside at a cafe, in the late afternoon sun. 🙂 take lots of photos for us!
Ugh! What a drag you are sick! Hang in there…it’ll get better. And I imagine they may be thinking the crazy American Mom worries too much. I am sure most of the locals played plenty in the streets growing up there. I wouldn’t worry!
Hope you feel better soon!
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