I didn’t write a follow-up to my last post because, honestly, I didn’t have much of a chance. Now that I have about two hours to kill during a layover in Paris, I’ll share a bit.
After a bumpy flight typical of summer afternoons in the western United States, the stay in Washington was refreshing and fun. My friend and I were trying to remember the last time we saw each other and figured it must have been at least twelve years, based on where he was living at the time.
We spent the long weekend at a cabin beside a swift, shallow river about a 90-minute drive east of Seattle. We hiked in the region and waded in the river, but mostly we just caught up. Our wives, our families, our mutual friends, our social lives, etc. There was a lot to talk about. The precise details will stay between us. Bro code or something.
After returning home late last Monday, there was a lot of catching up on sleep when I wasn’t working or attending to duties at church. I also had a number of chores I had to do — and a few I wanted to do — before leaving on my present trip.
However, yesterday finally arrived, and I was back at Sky Harbor for the second time in just over a week. The flight from there to here was also quite bumpy, but in this case the turbulence seemed to get bad as we headed out over the ocean.
Here in Paris, formalities —security and border control — went smoothly. I was again annoyed by my geriatric compatriots who lacked a modicum of situational awareness, but without the tempering presence of Kathryn, my annoyance was probably more visible.
Everything appears to be running on time, to the extent that phrase has any meaning in France. In a few hours, if all goes well, I should be taking a nap on my couch in Montpellier.
