flying high/ ahhh Paris

November 30, 2009
8::55am (Europe time)

Musings from Paris!

Greetings from the “lovely” Terminal 2D at CDG. We hiked from 2E to here-- there is a bus, but it felt good to walk (and we could not find the bus). We still have bad feelings about this place since we were stuck here overnight bringing Joey home. Actually I really like Paris-- Mary-- not so much.  I find wonderful irony in the fact that the French claim to not like Americans- yet they are the closest culture to ours on mainland Europe. Their advertising, media, shopping malls-- even gas stations are more like the US than any other place we have been over here (English speaking countries do not count, though in many ways France is more similar to America than is London)

well-- off to get a yummy pastry and then to our Munich flight-- Bon Jour


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November 29, 2009
8:15p ET

hello from way up high.. I am writing as we soar at 500mph over the eastern US.  The airplane dinner was actually pretty good. Chicken with potatoes and some sort of veggie medley. Plus the usual airplane stuff—a tiny salad, a large chunk of dried-out bread  and a brownie blob--- yummy cheese and crackers and oooooooh FREE BEER-- YAY not sure if its new Delta policy but beer and wine are complimentary. Well okay maybe I will have just one more :-)

The movie is some Harry Potter thing-- I thought he was supposed to be a kid--- he is starting to bald.

Tomorrow we have just over an hour to connect in Paris for our Munich flight. We get into Munich around 11:55. Our regional bus to Erding is at 12:15. We actually checked bags (that never happens) so it will be a tight connect for the bus.  We will leave our big bag at the airport and collect it when we head out on Wednesday.. so only one small rollerboard and a backpack to deal with. We are still not sure if we will go into Munich or just hang in Erding-- do our banking and go to the spa for a day.

We are tourists for the next day or so, then down the the task at hand—getting little Milos home!

More soon




Jim