We're at the airport with Debi and Jack. Marie and Nicolas will take possession of their rental car while Julian and I are going to register our luggage.
When we parted, the tears stream down the cheeks resulting in de facto married on mine many waters ... Emotion ...
Debi accompanies our inseparable and Jack not to follow our lead into the lounge.
A long journey begins to Julian and me. First destination: Chicago. We have 50 minutes to change the hall and air, which seems impossible, but not undoable. Once there, we Ruona off the plane, we rush into the terminal, jump over obstacles, are squealing the wheels of our baggage, yell to prevent our passage ... and find ourselves sitting in the plane to Paris 20 minutes later! I hereby launches a challenge to anyone who wants interplanetary break that record worthy of Guinness Book! And the Transatlantic
takes flight to the capital of the hexagon that I miss so much. A few hours later films, we touch the soil of Paris Charles de Gaulle and strolled quietly towards our next departure lounge to Strasbourg. This time, we have almost 4 hours waiting and we Lambinon.
After less than an hour flight, I see through the porthole Entzheim Airport: Waouhhhh. Our families are waiting in full force and our luggage arrived safely. All is well in the brave new world. Julian has more than two hours drive before arriving at his home in Besancon. Good luck and see you soon!
Christine
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