Sitting across from me sits my sleepy head son, whom we just awoke from almost a 2 hour nap. He is still donning his pajamas from last night, a sweater over it, and still holding firmly to his old friend Ella and her new friend Giraffe (thanks Jen!!!!). I look at him and smile, as I realize just how blessed we are with such a great traveler.
I think one of the things we feared the most was the airplane ride. Flying with a toddler is usually pretty eventful and slightly unpredictable, so flying in the middle of the night with a toddler was sure to be both of those things. It was to go one of two ways: the first one being he would fall asleep like an angel and sleep straight through the two legs of our trip, including the layover for 1 hour OR he would fight it to the end, not sleep at all and have to encounter terrible inconsolable meltdowns. And even though we feared the worst, he ended up sleeping most of the first leg, and even though he only slept ½ hour out of 3 hours on the second leg, he’s been happy since then and somehow we’ve avoided any meltdowns so far, and for this we are very grateful.
The worse part about our whole plane journey was waiting in a very slow customs/security line in the Iceland airport for 1 hour at 6:45 a.m. (1:45 a.m. our time) and hearing the loud speaker say, “Final Call for Paris Flight to Charles de Gaulle.” It was at that point we both panicked a bit and some very kind travelers let us go ahead of them, and luckily we made our connection by a matter of minutes.
We then arrived in Paris around 12:45 (6:45 a.m. our time) and were greeted by our fellow missionary friend Brian Ketchum, who took care of us by feeding us, buying me my first French café au lait, helping us transport our 11 bags to the train terminal, and then helping us load it onto the train – which was no small feat!! As the door shut, Brian waved and said “Good Luck”. Luckily, there was plenty of room upstairs in the luggage area, as Dave lugged it all up there out of the doorway. We will forever be grateful for Brian, because in our tiredness and culture shock, we would’ve felt pretty stranded and clueless as to how to navigate through the airport and onto the right train with all of our stuff!!
After miraculously fitting all of our luggage onto the train, we are currently en route to Montpellier, where we will be greeted by our new Pastor friend Didier and Shannon, who are bringing with them vans for all our stuff. We found out today we will be staying with them for the first two nights of our time in Montpellier, to just crash (Shannon’s words), and then we’ll move into our new apartment this Wednesday.
More to come…