It's amazing how mellow I've become. Maybe it's that I know that I'm free of responsibilities for two months; maybe I'm sleep deprived; maybe I'm just so excited that even the worst things could happen, and I wouldn't get fazed.
It very nearly happened. I got to Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, watched my suitcase arrive, watched my sleeping bag and walking sticks tumble on to the carousel, but my backpack was nowhere to be seen. I waited and waited, and saw the sign that said the delivery had stopped. I went to the baggage claims office; fortunately, the attendant was very fluent in English. There was something the matter with their tracking code scanner, apparently, and while she couldn't start a claim she took all my information – she seemed a bit distressed to hear that I was going to be leaving Paris at 7 o'clock in the morning. And heading to points unknown with no absolute surety as to what my destination might be on any given night. Were I home, I would've been climbing up the management team trying to get to the highest possible supervisor I could. But I just figured what the heck maybe it wouldn't hurt to have an extra night in Paris. At any rate, when I got back to the baggage carousel there was my backpack waiting for me. And what's really funny is, the only thing that is presently irreplaceable, is the brick!
For those that are keeping track of expenses, the train into the city from the airport was €10 a taxi fare to the B&B where I am staying was €15, and supper was €27. To convert to Canadian dollars, multipliy by 1.5.
Today's steps: 6856
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