It couldn’t end that neatly, could it? We got up, packed the car and left Justine de Provence by 6:45 this morning. We arrived at Aéroport de Marseille Provence, returned the rental car and checked in for our flight without a hitch. Of course, this was all before we found out about the impact of La grève (the strike). Transportation workers across the country were striking in protest of President Sarkozy’s proposed changes to their retirement and pension plans. Consequently, our flight from Marseille to Paris was delayed by 2 hours and we missed our connection to Dulles.
After a stop at the connections desk in Paris we learned that all flights to Dulles as well as Boston, New York, Newark, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Atlanta, Miami were full. I was ready to sit with the cargo on any flight to the US at this point, but with a calm and level head, David politely asked if there was ANY way we could get on the Dulles flight. One call to a supervisor later and we were on our way home. (I really love my husband!) The seats weren’t together but I didn’t care.
We arrived at Dulles around 8 PM (2 AM France time) cleared customs and met Goodie outside. We dropped him off and took our car home. The folks at Air France promise they will deliver my luggage tomorrow- its fine. They can have the laundry…I’m going to bed. It was an amazing trip but its also so good to be home.
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