kenny's parisian adventure - day 7: à bientôt, paris
Sunday, May 11, 2008 – Air France #50
We woke up around 8:30am, feeling beleaguered. After our final in-room breakfast, we packed up and went downstairs to say our goodbyes before Joseph drove us back to Charles de Gaulle to catch our flight home.
The woman at the check-in counter earned my undying love when she switched our seats to the bulkhead, which made it impossible for Kenny to kick anyone’s seat for eight and a half hours. Now, no one came up to me to say “Thank You,” but I know they appreciated it.
Kenny spent our pre-boarding time staring out the giant windows at the planes and trucks on the tarmac, with an occasional stroll through the concourse mixed in for good measure. I peeked around the duty-free shops looking for any last minute items, but it was pretty much either perfumes or liquor. I didn’t think we had a pressing need for either, so I opted not to spend anything.
For a little boy who loves planes and trucks, this was the best possible spot in the whole wide world (or at least Charles de Gaulle airport).
The flight went relatively smoothly, especially since the plane’s in-seat monitor system was broken (thus taking away Kenny’s cartoon channel and our chance to catch a movie or three). To our relief, Kenny was fairly well amused by his various stories, coloring books, toys and walks up and down (and up and down, and up and down) the aisles. We even broke out our portable DVD player so Kenny and I could watch “Bee Movie” and then some episodes of Thomas the Train. He also opted to snooze for a few hours, which was a nice chance for Overboard and I to relax and read without little fingers trying to turn the pages for us.
Kenny succumbs to sleep, sweet sleep.
Towards the end of the flight, Kenny announced his desire to leave the plane by screaming at full volume. Repeatedly. This was not as popular as you might think, though the boy apparently felt he was giving an Academy-award winning performance.
After landing, we cruised through customs, got our bags, picked up the car, swung by Pita Inn for some sustenance (since I never did make it to Overboard's favorite falafel stand, l'As du Falafel in Paris) and then went home for dinner.
Kenny managed to stay awake until his normal (US) bedtime and then crashed out. We weren’t far behind.
All in all, this was a highly successful expedition, and Kenny proved to be a pro when it comes to international travel and improving US foreign relations. Which was a big plus, since his next big travel adventure was just around the corner.*
As I mentioned way back when I started this tale, you can view all of the Paris pix by clicking here and here.
Merci et bonne nuit!
*Stay tuned for Kenny's Caribbean Adventure...as told by Overboard. Coming soon!
We woke up around 8:30am, feeling beleaguered. After our final in-room breakfast, we packed up and went downstairs to say our goodbyes before Joseph drove us back to Charles de Gaulle to catch our flight home.
The woman at the check-in counter earned my undying love when she switched our seats to the bulkhead, which made it impossible for Kenny to kick anyone’s seat for eight and a half hours. Now, no one came up to me to say “Thank You,” but I know they appreciated it.
Kenny spent our pre-boarding time staring out the giant windows at the planes and trucks on the tarmac, with an occasional stroll through the concourse mixed in for good measure. I peeked around the duty-free shops looking for any last minute items, but it was pretty much either perfumes or liquor. I didn’t think we had a pressing need for either, so I opted not to spend anything.
For a little boy who loves planes and trucks, this was the best possible spot in the whole wide world (or at least Charles de Gaulle airport).
The flight went relatively smoothly, especially since the plane’s in-seat monitor system was broken (thus taking away Kenny’s cartoon channel and our chance to catch a movie or three). To our relief, Kenny was fairly well amused by his various stories, coloring books, toys and walks up and down (and up and down, and up and down) the aisles. We even broke out our portable DVD player so Kenny and I could watch “Bee Movie” and then some episodes of Thomas the Train. He also opted to snooze for a few hours, which was a nice chance for Overboard and I to relax and read without little fingers trying to turn the pages for us.
Kenny succumbs to sleep, sweet sleep.
Towards the end of the flight, Kenny announced his desire to leave the plane by screaming at full volume. Repeatedly. This was not as popular as you might think, though the boy apparently felt he was giving an Academy-award winning performance.
After landing, we cruised through customs, got our bags, picked up the car, swung by Pita Inn for some sustenance (since I never did make it to Overboard's favorite falafel stand, l'As du Falafel in Paris) and then went home for dinner.
Kenny managed to stay awake until his normal (US) bedtime and then crashed out. We weren’t far behind.
All in all, this was a highly successful expedition, and Kenny proved to be a pro when it comes to international travel and improving US foreign relations. Which was a big plus, since his next big travel adventure was just around the corner.*
As I mentioned way back when I started this tale, you can view all of the Paris pix by clicking here and here.
Merci et bonne nuit!
*Stay tuned for Kenny's Caribbean Adventure...as told by Overboard. Coming soon!
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