After our wonderful meal at Montmartre, we had to pack up and leave our wonderful little apartment. It was located on Rue de Trois Freres right across from the little grocery shop featured in Amelie:
We booked it through vrbo.com and at only 89 euros a night, it was a great deal considering what we paid for one night in a sketchy hotel room so far away from everything. The apartment featured one bedroom:
And there were fans!!! There was also a small kitchen, washing machine and dryer, and a bathroom with a shower big enough to actually shave your legs in. The bathroom door also wasn’t clear! Wins all around.
Our flight was at 11 am, so we left the apartment before seven since we don’t have a strong history with not screwing up on the metro.
My sister is so much better at packing than I am. I had to drag big Sheila (my massive 50-pound silver suitcase) all over the damn place. I will never learn. Ever. Luckily, we only had one small problem as the stations for a train we took were under construction and it didn’t make a stop we needed. Thankfully, we made it to the airport in plenty of time to enjoy our last breakfast pastries.
Then we boarded the plane much to our great disappointment and sadness.
I watched several movies on the flight (I LOVED EDGE OF TOMORROW and hated the rest) and took a 30 minute nap. We spent a few hours in the Toronto airport where we all had our first Tim Horton’s experience:
Birthday cake donut holes are where it’s at. We were quite delighted. After carbing up, we got in another plane and headed to Houston.
We arrived around 8 pm on Saturday night, then drove a couple of hours to College Station to drop off Doug before heading two more hours west to Austin. I showered then slept for a solidly glorious ten hours. It was fabulous. I spent Sunday unpacking and doing laundry before my parents drove down to return little grandma to me.
She was really excited to see me. I woke up early Monday morning around two and couldn’t go back to sleep. On the bright side, it was really easy to go for a run when my alarm went off at 4:30. So, I’m just trying to cope with being back to work and a normal life that doesn’t include endless french fries and castles.