The Way Home

On the 30th I called home with Skype. My mother and I decided that if I came home earlier than initially planned we'd save money on the CVM fee. And I miss my parents. And Thérèse and I don't work all that well together. And I miss... America. Took five and a half months for me to start missing it, but I do.

So I'm gettin' back early. July 15th. 3 pm. Via Copenhagen. I'll miss the fireworks from the Fort des Sallettes here in Briançon, but I'm sure the ones in Paris will be far more impressive.

My flight from Charles de Gaulle leaves at 7 in the morning. So you know what that means. Yes, but why would I go to bed early on Bastille Day in Paris? I fully expect to forego sleep that night in order to experience Bastille Day to the fullest extent that I can before grabbing the RER B to the airport before one inna mornin'. Then I'll doze on the airport floor just like I did in Rome.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.